150x 120 cm
Acrylic and 23carat Goldleaves on Canvas
When the hydrangeas start to wither,
And autumn’s old familiar smells make me shiver,
Then the sharp bite of remembrance burns,
And bittersweetly in my belly it churns,
Awakens and kindles what was asleep,
The thoughts of those who in my memories I keep.
Yet quickly all pain and hurt is gone,
When I behold the person that I have become.
How I am glad about what once was,
To everything and all involved I give applause.
For today I know:
I am me, because the fires were ablaze.
I am me, who I constantly amaze.
© tamara kolb