My wens vir jou ...

Vir jou mede-inwoner wil ek graag iets gee, iets groter as wat geld kan koop:

* Die helder roep van 'n visarend (maar in Kimberley sal dit dalk eerder 'n Hadida wees).

* Die reuk van 'n vars oggend na 'n bui reën die vorige dag.

* Die eerste strale van die son wat opkom.

* Die sensasie van die winterson op 'n koue Sondagmiddag.

* 'n Voëltjie op jou vensterbank wat uit volle bors sing.

* 'n Verskietende ster waar jy soos in jou kleintyd, 'n wens kan wens.

To a dear mother ...

My dearest mother,
old is always gold.
You loved me
even much before I came to you as your son.
You were one among a million mothers
who had a heart of gold filled with care,
kindness, warmth, compassion and consideration.
No mother can replace you as mine.
I am searching you in my heart endlessly.
The pain of separation will always exist.
I only pray and wish that if I have to take another birth
I want you back as my dear mother.
An epitome of selfless love and sacrifice.