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
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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
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