My Mothers Face

Her love is more than a small child’s first word My mother’s heart and love, one in a chord She lived all my childhood dreams in adore With wisdom and love allowed them to soar When breakers of her life beat at the door, she made beaches of pain instead of war Her life taught her to value and treasure people’s friendship, respect, this her measure Her face reflects her life in soft wrinkles, a path by His hand with life love sprinkles Her wrinkles life events now in the past She’s thankful and now wrapped in peace at last Her husband in heaven, and we are sad She shares the face of love, waiting for dad ----------------------------------------------- Below the original I wrote for my mother God se Gesig Liefde is meer as n klein kinder woord Liefde en my ma se hart in akoord Sy het my kinder droome elk deurleef en met wysheid en liefde hul laat sweef Toe die lewens branders slaan teen haar deur maak sy strande plaas van rotse van seer Die lewe haar geleer om te begeer, verhoudings met mense, diep vas in eer Haar gesig spieel haar lewe in ploeie Pad gestap aan Sy hand in die mooie Plooi gebeure los sy in verlede, dankbaar vir als toegedraai in vrede Haar hart in die hemel maar, gelukkig, deel sy nog God se gesig, geduldig