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
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