
Come sit with me
here on the stoep
and tell me your stories.
Tell me about
when you were a girl
with a flower in your hair
on the first day of spring.
Tell me about
the games you played,
the friends you made
and the songs you sang.
Tell me about
the parades and parties,
the festivals and dances
and the secret stolen kisses.
Tell me about
the man you married,
the children you had
and the plans that you made.
What were your hopes?
What were your dreams?
Who was the woman you wanted to be?
Come sit with me
and sip your tea, and
tell me your stories.
Lovely!
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Beautiful!
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Great vivid snapshots! 🙂
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That’s beautiful!
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A wonderful poem my friend.
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Love it!
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What about the boys!! Can’t they sit with you on the step and tell you their stories? You make it sound so very nice, Chris! 🙂
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Oh yes, why not? Everyone’s got a story here on the stoep!
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Hahaha – I though that that was a misspelling.
stoep
/stuːp/
noun
South African
noun: stoep; plural noun: stoeps
a veranda in front of a house.
😀
But yes – I got stories coming out of my … mouth.
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I also like ‘stoep-sitter’ – a person who sits on a stoep and orders everyone else about 😉
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Oh yes! If that were a real job, then you’d be in the dust behind me watching me run for it. 😀
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