Charged home, kept left for once, ended on loose sand with
wheels spinning madly – I was singing Mary Poppins’ song
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious at the top of my voice,
felt delighted in trying to be the biggest road hog
Had my fill of bullies railroading me off on the line, made up for
every time my beloved hesitated in charging ahead, watching
others going to the front of him; today I’m mad with joy, jasmine
is blooming – I had to translate a short document that can
Influence language acts and their application in South Africa;
added a photo of my daughter and son to Blogspot, even
the face of my Big Bro, all the people I love and do not fear –
not even their anger, especially Nici – always on my side
Even though she likes to sound like my biggest critic; I know
I can trust my family to understand my fears and happiness –
tears and sadness – and my Big Bro to help me express the
inexpressible!
Tuesday 20 August 2013
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