Beloved Mother Poem by Gert Strydom

Beloved mother

Mom, I wish I could know how life looks through your eyes,
to everything around me look with your soft humanity,

to have your great faith in the omnipotent Lord,
could put my hand like that of a child in yours again

but more than this I want to make your days easy,
to touch you with only the good things in life

but in the days of your old age
I could not come with gifts to you,

destiny had turned my life around,
that I had no resistance against it

and where your love still does go through all of this,
it's only the company the that I could bring,

to save holy, wonderful times in memory,
to like you to remain trusting in the Lord God

and these words of thanks do fall short
as in the worst times you did turn my life about,

where my heart remained bonded with your heart,
where we did find God in everything around us

but now all of this did come to an end:
with your death from you I am cut off and without words,

where I could do nothing while you were burning to death
and a hellish fire still burns within my mind,

where I did lose you and almost every possession:
for life and existing there is almost nothing left.

To now say thank you it's far too late:
I am from you and people and God abandoned,

where for mere mortals all things come to an end,
where I am thankful that I could live with you:

for years of unconditional love,
where for the rest of my life I will be missing you.