22/07/25

When the words come

on a morning in June at 06:55 

suddenly with my morning tea

these words came to me


that I met a little boy

he was sharp he was funny 

yes he was cool


last year it was in twenty-ten

the year of soccer that was when

this little boy, as I said, please tell

which team do you shout for 

clever little witty and looking so well


Liverpool teacher Anne! he said


and I will forever have that moment with you

in class music, twenty-eleven

in your grade two


to tell all of you

to tell, to tell


of the short precious life 

of little Joshua Bell


🦋

© Annora Eksteen, 2011


















The school photographer took this photo of me in 2011 at Crawford Prep.

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