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Aug 2014
Six O’clock knocking on the shadow
of an older generation
He’s blind, imprisoned
after a lifetime of adventure
Screaming out loud
through his expression, motionless
Mr. Lovemore,
blind grey eyes capture me and leave me heartbroken
Fascinated by the walk of his past,
he’s a teacher , I’ll push him in a wheelchair
He can imagine I’m pushing him through Africa
Six O’clock, a listener
as I read out loud to him, old aged

- salome albrecht
I went to visit an old aged home a year or so ago where I ended up reading to Mr.Lovemore, a blind man. I wish I had gone back a couple more times, he had so many stories to tell me. Many more than I could read to him.
Salomé Albrecht
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Salomé Albrecht  South Africa, Cape Town
(South Africa, Cape Town)   
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