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A necklace of yellow around her base,
surrounds her dark green face.
She shiver's a little as the wind caresses her intently,
She smiles sweetly, loving that he treats her so gently.
Be quiet, whispers the breeze,
So she stand at a freeze, making sure she is ready,
He will be setting soon, and they cant wait
to see his colourful show across the sky, in the late afternoon.
His orange face, sets the pace,
How gorgeous the garden looks,
and as he goes down, she graciously takes a bow.
All night long, no one moves, being watched closely by the moon
until the sun comes out to play,
She stretches her face up to the sun,
and introduces the day with her sunflower serenade.
13 April 2018
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A Legend Fades Away
Your skin went from peach to gray,
as life slipped slowly away.
A large frame breathing with labored breaths,
so still, in that hospitable bed you lay.
We use to sit and talk for hours,
before silence of death shut the door.
about things from the past and the present,
all I crave now is more.
A legend lay still as deeply I prayed,
Lord give me strength to stand.
The Lord is your Sheppard, I read,
hoping it would sooth the pain,
as I held your soft, cold hand
They placed your picture on a stand and tears streamed as they spoke,
It was one of the times I could not speak, not with the lump in my throat
Today we lay a legend down, a true child of God they said,
I wondered if in heaven, your Lord Savior you had already met.
Did you see the family, the ones you had mourned while you lived?
Did you watch as we mourned now that you were gone?
Year one and two have gone by quick, some others have slipped away too,
The years go by, the memories fade but never my love for you.
You were the wisdom in my ears, the eyes that made me see
The life that my mom came from that eventually carried me,
You always smiled when life was great and taught to smile in trials too.
Each day after you were gone, I cried remembering everything about you.
I love you my lovely granny,
and my love will never fade.
In heaven I know we will meet,
where tears will be no more,
and we will laugh again.
27 June 2019
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White Washed Walls
Why, oh white washed walls, would you remind me?
my pain so naked, my loss so sure
white washed walls, why do you look at me that way?
White washed walls so empty, noone looking back.
Pictures and frames tucked safely away,
only makes me miss them more each day.
Punch a hole, make a mark, its not my home!
i just cannot!
The hole that is growing in my heart steadily day by day,
I miss you home, so far away.
Who would have known the ache,
lying softly at the bottom of my heart.
the dim feeling of loneliness in a room crowded with others,
not your own.
I run my fingers over white washed walls,
thinking back on celebrations once happily enjoyed,
a smile shared, laughter heard, a plate for so many.
Now smiles shared through stained tears,
laughter at the prospect of something new,
a plate shared but not with you, will this day ever end,
will it be anything but blue?
Its the sadness felt by any traveller, looking for a better home,
what they dont say is how much you will feel alone.
Will I ever feel the rush of punching a hole,
placing the picture and calling these
white washed walls, home.
Chantelle Smith
17/02/2022
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Immigrant from a sun kissed land
I come from a sun kissed land made of gold and green.
From a people of color black, white and colored,
We are the original rainbow nation.
For holidays we love our road trips, down to the Cape To see the sea, it takes forever,
so the holiday begins from the start of the motor in the middle of the pitch black nights.
We drive along roads, beaten by tires, many travelers drive on a river of tar, to glimpse great fierce waves.
Sun, sea and beach, we revel and delight on shores of sun kissed land.
We play hide and seek in vineyards of purple or white and green, as the taste of the land thrills our tongues and we giggle with glee due to wine made with perfection.
We surf on waves, a mile or more long, we are sun kissed and brave.
We eat lunch on tables made out of mountains, as we peer at the lions head across the way!
We know the cry of the Lion, so wild and free, with his friends, Giraffe and great big ole Elephant.
We have shops in all four corners, North, South, East and West where we can feast our eyes for hours, in Johannesburg, the concrete jungle so fierce, so strong, so regal.
Meat is abundant and all kinds are for sale, catch a fish, hunt a buck, put both on the coals
Any weekend in summer, that's where we will be, out in the shining, kissed by the sun, sharing food and a smile
We are fierce protectors of the land we love.
We support our boys of green and gold, in cricket, or rugby or soccer,
we don't mind what they play, the game is our passion and watching them win, our celebration
Sunsets of purple and sunrises of orange
Purple jacarandas to line the road
We are a sun kissed, colorful nation - and we are all for one and one for all.
Yes I come from a country sun kissed and loved
My story there has ended but I love where it begun.
Its home I miss, my home I long for.
I may be somewhere else, but I will always be sun kissed.
Chantelle Smith
12 January 2026
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Before I drew my first breath
you were there
Before I took my first step
you were there
Before I said my first words
you were there
You chose to have me and to hold me
You chose me to be your child and you became my mom
Through every storm of my young years
You were there
When you could have left and turn away
You were there, you chose to stay
Through every new step, run, walk or dance
You were there, you smiled and said child take a chance
Through every grade, school or other
You were there, you are my mother
I am certain through your years on earth
You must have wished to return to childlike fun and fantasy
that was when life was fun, when life proved to be easy
When storms did come, you stood at the ready
knowing you had to defend, you never complained
though tears did fall, the Grace of God kept you
He held you close and you did not fall
I admire you mom, you are the loveliest women I know
Your smile, your looks, your heart, your soul
You are so lovely in every way,
even now, when I see you, you make my day
You were a daughter first
so dedicated, so loyal
then a mother so beautiful, never spoilt
Then you were friend and grandmother too,
You are amazing, that is why we love you
In all the stages of your life
As mother, daughter, sister, wife
You have remained so wonderful
We as your children, your family and friends
forget sometimes, you are also human
though it never stops us from giving you a call
I admire you mom and strive to be like you
To have your strength, your beauty, your style
I know I will never take the place of
Gods most loveliest earth angel
I appreciate the time you give and the love so true
the fierce way you protect me
no mother is better than you
You are my hero in every which way
words spoken cannot do the truth justice
Mom I love you so very dearly
I am proud to know you as mother and friend
Truly your life is part of mine, until the very end.
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I have only recently met you, even though I have known you forever
for so long we have been strangers,
but now we are almost birds of a feather.
I've known your smile and I love your laughter,
but I know you cry, I've even wiped your tears,
some of which I have caused, I fear.
I have known jealousy with every golden wisp of hair that has flown through the air it's true they say dont covet but my sister,
I have been jealous of you.
Your smile so bright has hidden so much pain and each time I promise myself I wont let that happen again,
I understand it is hard to trust me, why would you I haven't always been there
if only you knew how much I really care.
Mom gave me a gift thirty six years ago, the years that I lost,
I should never have let you go.
I know you have seen darkness, fought it off with every fiber
my darling, I admire that so much in you, I love your fire.
Please dont ever give in, dont ever, ever go, please my angel
dont leave me alone.
You are a precious treasure to me, you are incredibly valuable, i am so glad we have been joined together from the start, because, you have my heart.
I was told we would get closer when kids came along and I thought that was just a pretty song, the truth is we are, they were right,
even when it looked like they were wrong.
I love my nephew so very much I didn't think that could be true,
but you gave me him and now I have even more love for you.
I cannot wait to be there on your wedding day, I have planned every detail,
I want your dream wedding to come true, come what may.
You dressed in white, Garth by your side,
what a handsome man, what a perfect bride.
The end of my letter has finally come but I will never, ever stop saying thank you, my little sister for being part of my life
all I can leave with you is my love and promise
that my love for you will never, never end
Monique, I have the best, you are my sister and my friend.
Date: 09 April 2018
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Their rendezvous was booked the same time every year
He couldn’t wait for the time to come
Why had she called, what had made her to run?
No matter the issue, he knew it couldn’t wait
A date with her would lead him to complete ecstasy
She had gone gallivanting and trouble had happened
So, it was of urgency she had to see him once more
She had to acquiesce when he told the truth
The pain she would feel, would be so sore
She sat in the chair in a precarious position, trying to be nonchalant
Injections and fluid through her mouth did run,
His touch was soft and so full of finesse, she felt completely at ease
She calmed down completely, she felt nothing at all
She knew him forever, she loved him so
He was the best she ever knew
A dentist so calm, so unique in his method
To him, she would his client be, forever true.
09/05/2018
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That was then, this is now.
The smell of cut grass on a Saturday morning
The aroma of coffee being poured as day was dawning
The surprise of a guest coming for breakfast
Saturdays were so splendid!
As kids we would play outside for hours,
Cricket, catches, climbing up trees.
We played through the day and into the night
We came indoors by the bright moonlight.
TV was something that you got as a treat,
It was after your bath, if your homework was neat.
Mom would cook some dinner and then we would sit,
We would watch MacGuyver or Michael Knight and Kit.
Time passed so slowly back in the 19th century,
Kids were kids, they stayed in school.
No mission, no fuss, we just didn't rush
Our growing up was fun, it was really cool.
I just wish my boys could grow up like us.
I get quiet sad when I see their pale faces,
no sunshine or summer, no visiting outside places.
TV and games have taken over their time,
I get so sad even though they say they are fine.
Imagination is something of the past,
Their playgrounds are online,
they are growing so fast.
The days of swimming in pools until night,
Or playing kissing catches until the moonlight.
Of carving names into trunks of large oak trees
are over now, it's so sad to see.
Those were the days, of giddy fun,
of making friends in the park
when the holidays begun.
Riding bikes and playing hopscotch
yes those were the days
My children are blessed, I guess with the best.
they too will look back and remember,
their childhood thrills, and they too will reminisce
about those good old days
and how things were better then.
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The grass is greener, I will have you know
On the other side of life, its true, I know
Sunny places will keep you smiling for days.
But my home of green is better by far!
Rain is something, I have befriended.
For what the rain creates, can never be ended!
Green hills of grass next to an ocean of blue.
Green hill of trees on mountains high.
As we travel through areas of natural beauty
Sometimes so stunning, I could simply cry.
Come rain or shine, I'll keep my smile.
Living where I do, is living for sure!
Wearing a raincoat, popping on galoshes,
Bouncing in the puddles, oh what glee.
Truly my happy place, loves the child in me.
I cannot experience this beauty alone
So come on friends, Come and stay,
Share our beautiful spot in the world of green today!
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Hello
Bonjour, Hola, Hello,
These are the greetings I know.
Good Morning, Evening, Goodnight,
There are the greetings I like.
I enjoy the funny and the fair,
like Howdy, Hey, How goes it there?
The ones that make me smile a bit
Whats new, Whats up, Yo, Howzit!
So many ways to greet a fellow,
My favorite of course is still hello!
Dated - 17/1/19
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