Zywa It starts with magic

The children ask why
we live where we live
how you got

the antique lamp, and why
I don't know all the answers
With magic

I make stories out of it
life stories
of pain, sorrow and success

smeared up smooth
with a little boasting, shiny
with enough meaning

to make them survive
to let them give support and comfort
hope in anxious days -

anecdotes, whipped up sturdy
and thickened till they are firm enough
for others to preserve them

and robust enough to remember them
and to pass them on
stories to pass on

Poem 1049
Amsterdam, 2017-02-20

Collection: Secrets & Believers 
Keyword: Stories: experience 
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