Die Vrou 1

22 Jun

                                                                       (Translation available)

 

Die Vrou     1

Sy kom by die huis,

Reguit na die kombuis.

Haar sak op ‘n stoel;

Vergete hoe moeg sy voel.

Sy haas,

Alles gedaan op ‘n drafstap;

Vir kinderstories doof:

Wees tog stil;

Net stil….

Pa kom nou met sy ysterwil,

Bier in sy sak,

Geweld in sy klap.

O bitter die pil,

So bitter die pil,

So min die plesier

As jy leef soos ‘n dier.

En ‘n moederhart bloei

Vir haar kinders wat groei:

Te min aandag; te min liefde

Tog, vir hul toekoms

                                                                  Gee sy als.


                                                                                  © jeanihess

Jeanihess Blog South Africa
                                                      

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