Sylvia knew words.As a child she knew them
and later in life
she owned them
and they owned her.
They saw her die.
Sylvia chose her words
but once on paper
they stayed,
they became sacred.
She made them whole
by accepting them.
Sylvia knew words.
They owned her.
They saw her die.
They made her whole,
sacred,
in our eyes.
31/05/2018
On a plane to Amsterdam from Krakow
