29/11/2013
Brown Skin
I lost my memory. It’s no big deal.
I can recall the sandpit where I built
Tall towers, castles and the hills between,
But now I find it difficult to tell
Who of the carers helped me when I cried.
When I had lost my bearings, lost myself?
I know that she was tall, that she was built
On ample Polynesian lines, brown skinned.
I thanked her at the time. I cannot now.
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