Kia ora
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Junior and this is my memory poem.
My feet remember the footsteps getting closer,
my legs remember the winter cold shooting pass me,
my body remembers the grasping of a ghostly hand,
my arms remember reaching out into the darkness for my brother
my hands remember the twitching in my finger,
my face remembers sirens and shouting,
my mind remembers that night of terror.
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