The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
                                                                                                                            Harriet Beecher Stowe

" I found myself within a dark wood
  Where the straight way was lost..."
                                                   Dante Alighhieri

Bat

Dark night flyer, lift me higher
Realms of life where loved ones go,
That I might find joy mind to mind,
My heart hurt less.  I miss them so.
Teach me that death can hurt much less
If I accept it as no end,
But see it true, just another view
Of life continuing round a bend.

tussen

alles

vloei

jy

jou

liefde

in my

om my

binne my

oor my

om my

in my (ek)

is

sal

nou

oopmaak

inlaat

jou

suiwer

liefde.

                                                                            dou voor dag

                                                                                   en

                                                                            dag voor dou

                                                                                  klou

                                                                                  krap

                                                                                kriewel

                                                                                  kap

                                                                                   en

                                                                                klouter

                                                                                   JY(Julle?)

                                                                    in my hart, bloed en siel

                                                                                ek rou

                                                                                ek bou

                                                                            ek verlore vrou

dalk...

Dalk as ek aanhou skryf hou ek nooit op nie.

Dalk as ek huil droog my trane nooit op nie.

Dalk as ek begin om my bergfiets te trap hou ek nooit op trap nie.

Dalk. Moes. Meskien .Wat as? As ek net….  Oor en oor en om draai en maal die vrae in my kop. As ek stop, net stop vir n peinlike oomblik fluister my hart vir my dat dalk,meskien,as net en wat as niemand al ooit gehelp het nie. Dit gaan niks verander nie. Hoekom agter toe kyk en vassit in dinge wat jy niks aan kan doen nie? My kop hoor my hart. Ek weet dis waar. Maar dan kruip moes en dalk weer sluipend in my kop in en ek trap hulle uit so veel ek kan.