
There you are, six years old, ready to
start school, posing under the willow
tree that stood in front of our room
until struck by lightning
The old house in the background, a ladder
indicating my dad never stopped fixing it
the porch where I used to read at night
when people were too noisy inside
You have the pixie look that marks the
very small boy, a look of innocence and
joy, I wish we lived in a universe
where we could retain it
Though you look different now, your joy
is still the same, your infectious laughter
exploding like mine, must be a family
trait, and I like it
We share a fascination with happiness and
optimism, we share a love for your grand-
ma, my garrulous aunt whose
fingers and tongue
Never stopped for a moment - you clung
to your dreams when family seemed to
look down upon you, just like I clung
to mine – we share more than genes
We share a determination to remain
enthusiastic about life - in the face
of all contrary evidence!


1 comment:
Wow Marilese,
Ek onthou nie eers hierdie een nie - dis Pragtig, baie waar, baie dankie!
Gerhard
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