My ma
Ek wou gister vir my ma gese het jy is weer ‘ n ouma……. haar laatse kind wat nog vir haar die goeie nuus sou bring…………..
Maar dit het nie so uit gewerk nie.
Ma was siek en was in die hospitaal in Hermanus. Ek sou later die dag (Saterdag) deur gery het en vir haar die nuus gegee het.
8h50 Saterdag (23/06/2012) het ek ‘n op roep gekry met die nuus dat my mama hemel toe is.
Poem for my mother “A woman’s hands”
A woman’s hands always hold something: A handbag, a vase, a child, a ring, an idea. My hands are tired of holding They simply want to fold themselves. On a crowded bus, I watched a nun’s empty hands Till I reminded myself that she clutched God. My hands are tired of holding. I gladly let them go, and watch a pair of hands Run ownerless through the world, Scattering cooking pots and flowers and rings. Till I reminded myself that she is holding on to God.
Ek mis jou ma. 
