Daleen is the name that I want people to call me. I am happily married to the poet Gert Strydom and I am a mother, grandmother and people are important to me. I do love gardening, housekeeping and Jackie, my Jack-Russell crossbreed.
When I can find some time I do paint and at times I do write my thoughts to paper. I am a champion of equality among people and do believe that everyone ... more »
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Daleen Enslinstrydom Poems
The Hands Of A Farmer
I have known those hands all of my life and many times I have looked at those hands, at big rough hands that worked the fields and calluses in their palms tell a own story
Bread and Meat For Breakfast
With small beady eyes you are watching me and do appear with your round body where you are sitting on your hind legs and are rubbing your hands together
Under the shade of the big old oak tree
Under the shade of the old oak tree Jafta sit and his mind wanders back as he reflects on his life while the sun sets in the west. He is overcome with sorrow to braking point,
Mom, you are more than just a mother’s d...
Mom, you are more than just a mother’s day mother, you are the one that really do understand all of the things that goes on in a child’s heart as you were a child too
What happiness means
Happiness is so different to each and everyone and to you it’s probably all the things that money can buy,
Difficult to understand
When the sorrows of this world is sprayed like graffiti on the walls of your heart and it screams out in silence to every passer by
Will somebody pleas take me?
She sits on the porch early in the morning just as the sun breaks through some clouds after a stormy night
Joy and sadness goes hand in hand on life’s journey to somewhere, promises and fulfilment
Obsession is not a word to describe my fascination with chocolates. Milk chocolates that melt in you mouth
I Do Hate My Job
and I have seen so much sorrow in these past few years and when I get out of my car in front of a rundown house
A Mother’s Work Is Never Done 
In the basin the old wrinkled hands are quiet for a while and her head is bowed in reverence while a tear runs down her face and if you should ask about it
The school fair
The time of year had come again when our school was having a fair. Letters that beg and plea for helping hands,
My word wizard
You got out of bed, opened the curtains to let the sun come through and turned back to me with a smile saying:
Jewel of my childhood
There was a time in my life when I was just a child and we lived in a small community in the mountains of the Marico district
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The Hands Of A Farmer
I have known those hands all of my life
and many times I have looked at those hands,
at big rough hands that worked the fields
and calluses in their palms tell a own story
and the fingers are big
and when they grab they hold on.
Those are very strong hands
but they are gentle when they touch the family.
Those hands sowed the wheat
and harvested the sheaves,
those hands planted maize
and brought home the first ripe corn.
Those hands brought life,
helped the cow that struggled during birth,
those hands carried the lambs
to a place of ...