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My ELISA
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by [Djemagu ]

2009-02-18  |     | 



MY ELISA

beautiful baby, you came into our lives
in 2004
with your dark black hair, and olive green eyes
we embraced you with all our heart
welcomed you baby

you started running,
before you have learned how to walk..
shortly, started to talk
the doctors find you
very intelligent amongst your peers

always you wanted to look like me
and copied every move i have made
wanted to be called honey-pie
made excuses as if you was scared of the dark,
just to sleep in my bed

always, wanted to lay the table
you loved books so much
without me reading you a story,
you wouldn't fall asleep.

we loved you so much
since you have departed from us
it’s been one full year

remembering you everyday
i talk to your photo on the wall
good morning, good morning my Elisa
how are you today?

photographs don't talk
my foolish heart wouldn't understand
how sweet is your smile
i wonder, can you hear me my Elisa

the other day i was passing from St. Andrew's
and saw your nursery teacher
i guess just because you wasn't with me
she didn't even recognized me

promise, i will not
go to St.Andrew's again
my heart wouldn't take it
you were not here my Elisa

your departure wasn't voluntarily
i know..
after work, i used to come to collect you
how you were running into my arms

when it snows my Elisa
i cry
i, cried out Elisa
you were so tiny and cute

now, you are my acute pain
my darling
my heart is purple my hands are blue
you are not here my Elisa

maybe we have possessed you
so much and lost you honey-pie
i can still hear your voice and laughter
your smell is still on me

the last sheet on your bed
smells Elisa, my Elisa
we have remembered you
again, today.


Günsel Djemal
6/2/2009 00.26-London

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