I Do Remember A Day Poem by Gert Strydom

I do remember a day
that you wore the pink and white summer dress
with the copper rings at the bands
that I had bought for you
and you thought that it did draw
too tightly around you breasts,
and do come down too low
along with those pink Athena sandals
and how you looked more beautiful than a goddess
at that brick building
where people do pray,
do wait upon a blessing of the Lord God.

On the steps at the porch entrance
it made you look so alive,
so happy and full of energy
with a sudden strong wind
that tried to fray your long blonde curls
and the reception committee at the church
jumped to greet you by the hand,
women did embrace you
and looked angry at the old men
who kept peeping into your direction.

Every influential man did come to brag
with a 4 x 4, a pickup truck
and with a expensive German sport car
but we did walk from our home around the corner
and on that day every man in the church did know
how really beautiful you really are.

There was a sacred atmosphere
if you can find such a thing in a small church
where the organ suddenly does scream falsely,
where the song leaders do loose their words
and do again start the hymn anew

but when we did sing along
in worship to the Lord God
He was really present
when we did worship Him sincerely.