I Will Die And Go To My Mother Poem by Gert Strydom

I will die and go to my mother
where her white house stand against the mountains,
without any further fail
I will take my car and to the road.

Die from every thing ugly in me,
die from that which parts us
and had kept me
so long from her.

When she awaits me there
we will cry and laugh together
and it will be as if I had never been away
and we will talk to deep into the night, maybe till the next day.

I will again eat some of her cooked food
and of the depths of motherly love I will know
while we page through photo albums
and remember and forget things.

Before the time forever is gone
we will have deep conversations
and I will die and go to my mother
with love and new hope and into life we will again walk together.