Maki & My Father & Me
Please listen to my spoken word to the beautiful music by Peter B.Helland”Feelings”
(My yiguirros..our National Bird, singing in the background)
A White-Winged Angel
A white-winged angel slips thru the trees
“Come for me please come for me”
“You took my daddy away in his sleep
now please take me, now take me.”
At eleven we still don’t know too much…
We look to our parents to fill in the blanks
but when the father dies and the mother goes mute
We read Edgar Allan Poe until we think we know.
Here in Costa Rica, tomorrow is a solemn day…
Few people drive their cars, all industry shuts down
A quiet like before Time pervades through Nature’s scene
and just breathing is a meditation on life and death.
Just sitting in the quiet is like a waking dream
My beloved Maki, my cat of destiny was killed on Good Friday
in March last year, with all my family here, I could not cry.
I was so in shock, my eyes stayed dry, and forever more
they refuse to cry, I took the pain of his loss, burying it deep inside.
A white-winged angel slips thru the trees
“Come for me please come for me”
“You took my loving Maki away from me
now please take me, now take me.”
My father passed away the 18th of April, sixty-seven years today
and yet that preteen trauma is embedded in my memory
It forged my life, from an early age; it changed me..
and I am who I am, a poet since that time,
who still looks at life and many times just asks why?
A white-winged angel slips through the trees
“Come for me please come for me”
“You took my daddy away in his sleep
now please take me, now take me.”
Karima Hoisan
April 17th 2025 (day before Good Friday)
Costa Rica
Digital Rabbit Hole 
Karima, this moved me deeply. It feels like you’ve woven grief and love into something quietly sacred.
~David
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Wow thank you David…I love your way of seeing my poem and I take it as a beautiful reflection, on what I put down here. It’s interesting how these two tragedies aligned this year…on the same date:)..I knew I needed to say something.
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Ach, so lovely and moving. Melancholy and beautiful.
Just breathing is a meditation on life… and death. ❤
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It’s a very special time of year here, even today Holy Week is lived quietly,,, people go to the beach and the town feels so quiet…only the bird songs, front & center. As I said to David, ironic that both these sensitive losses aligned this year to the same Good Friday. Thank you for your beautiful comment.
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quite right you are, that this alignment of deeply meaningful days of loss on good friday, deserves a ritual, a respectful observation: a celebration of two beings whom you loved , & who loved you also. thank you for sharing it with us here🙏🏼❤️🙏🏼
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Thank you soulkin…yes it is an auspicious day tomorrow, for many and also for me because of this alignment. I tried to express how both made me feel at the time..Thank you for seeing so clearly my poem as a respectful observation…Big hugs my dear soulkin and I am so pleased you enjoyed it!
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This is such a beautiful and heartfelt tribute to your dad and Maki, Karima. I can’t believe it’s already been a year. Each word a treasure trove of your soul!!!! 💓💓
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Ahh Cindy, yes you are right…this come straight from my heart in love and awe of them both being on the same day, such a sifnificant day for all Christians. Awww thank you for listening so deeply..yes both in their own ways have influenced me and in some ways changed my life, my way of seeing. 🤗❤️🌹 Happy Easter to you!!
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Dear Karima, I read your poem this morning, and I feel you, as yesterday was the fourth death anniversary of my mother. She loved Easter and the promise of life. Peace for us all!
Hugs!
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Oh Joey, these anniversaries tug at our memories. 🤗 Wow, it’s been 4 years! I remember you going to be with her when she was sick Nat was still alive! Thank you so much for commenting. They all live in our hearts and our memories!
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Beautiful and heartfelt Karima.
Hugs my friend.💙🫂
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Thank you Maggie, yes it did come pouring out…I woke up with that little refrain in my head and wrote it down…In my experience, almost always, those subconcious lines become poems. Big hugs back to you Maggie
🤗🌹💕🤗
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My pleasure dear Karima.
I believe that too my friend.
They always find their way onto a blank page
❣️🥰🤗🙏
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A very touching poem Karima. The trauma of death faced at such a young age is very intense. Hugs
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Oh yes, being so young and introduced to death is a life changer, I agree with you Sadje and thank you so much for taking the time to listen too. Hugs 🤗
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You’re most welcome dear friend
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So many standout lines and soothing to hear your reading. Thank you, Karima. A lovely weekend to you. 🌺
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Thank you so much Michele…what a beautiful comment. I’m glad you enjoyed the reading too…It has been a restful quiet weekend here…Nature has taken center stage. I hope yours is lovely too:)
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Mother Nature’s performance is the most enjoyable. She can be quite dramatic, too! Enjoy. Thank you. 🌄
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So moving Karima, heartfelt and beautifully told.
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Thank you so much for you beautuful words!!!
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A heartbreaking poem, Karima!
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It was a strange convergence of sadness this year….I think the poem reflects that. Thank you Dawn for listening and commenting!!
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Beautiful poem 💝
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Thank you so much. I just rescued your comment from the spam folder:):)
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