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
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 ...
I Miss You
I miss you more everyday
when my days grow longer like shadows
against the wall of life
and as the light does disappear,
I want to hold on to it,
as everything remind me of you.
When the night do come near
and time is ticking out the hours,