Daleen Enslinstrydom Poems

At a white painted house near the foot of the mountain
in the Great Marico district my heart belongs
where the everyday life comes to a standstill,
life has got a different pace
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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
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The time of year had come again
when our school was having a fair.
Letters that beg and plea
for helping hands,
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Before you came into my life
the candle of love had burnt out
a long time ago
and I was left hard and cold.
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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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You got out of bed,
opened the curtains to let the sun come through
and turned back to me with a smile saying:
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When the heaven cries outside
and are taking pleasure
in songs of joy and pain
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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
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Your words are like thousands of butterflies
landing on the flowers of my heart.
and I have learned to blossom
when I hear them.
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Where streams flow,
where the sun rises in the east
far beyond the morning star
where darkness has no place to hide
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