Biography of Daleen Enslinstrydom
Daleen is the name that I want people to call me. I am happily married to the poet Gert Strydom and I am a mother, grandmother and people are important to me. I do love gardening, housekeeping and Jackie, my Jack-Russell crossbreed.
When I can find some time I do paint and at times I do write my thoughts to paper. I am a champion of equality among people and do believe that everyone have got the right to a life. The creator is the most important person in my life and I believe in Him with a fixed confidence
Darleen comes from the old-English name “dale” that means “she is living in the valley, ” as a dedicated friend that supports people through times of gladness and hardship, somebody who brings joy to life, somebody who is beloved, awakec full of energy, the caretaker of broken hearts, not a easy person but a woman who is virtuous and loved by children
© Copyright: Helena Dorothy Enslin-Strydom for all poems on this webpage.
- Mom, You Are A Miracle -new-
Daleen Enslinstrydom Poems
Under The Shade Of The Big Old Oak Tree
Under the shade of the old oak tree Jafta sit and his mind wanders back as he reflects on his life while the sun sets in the west. He is overcome with sorrow to braking point,
Am I My Brother’s Keeper?
“Am I my brother’s keeper? ” Cain did asked the Lord, in a answer of what God had asked him and I wonder am I?
What Happiness Means
Happiness is so different to each and everyone and to you it’s probably all the things that money can buy,
The Hands Of A Farmer
I have known those hands all of my life and many times I have looked at those hands, at big rough hands that worked the fields and calluses in their palms tell a own story
A Mother’s Work Is Never Done 
In the basin the old wrinkled hands are quiet for a while and her head is bowed in reverence while a tear runs down her face and if you should ask about it
Mom, You Are More Than Just A Mother’s D...
Mom, you are more than just a mother’s day mother, you are the one that really do understand all of the things that goes on in a child’s heart as you were a child too
Difficult To Understand
When the sorrows of this world is sprayed like graffiti on the walls of your heart and it screams out in silence to every passer by
Will Somebody Pleas Take Me?
She sits on the porch early in the morning just as the sun breaks through some clouds after a stormy night
Joy and sadness goes hand in hand on life’s journey to somewhere, promises and fulfilment
Obsession is not a word to describe my fascination with chocolates. Milk chocolates that melt in you mouth
The Fox In The Hen Coop
The moon hangs low over the valley and the stars flicker in the distance while the night is cold and foggy and this is the time
I Do Hate My Job
and I have seen so much sorrow in these past few years and when I get out of my car in front of a rundown house
The Face In The Mirror
I have known you all of my life and when I look back I see your childhood face with you long blonde hair and freckles
The School Fair
The time of year had come again when our school was having a fair. Letters that beg and plea for helping hands,
When twilight falls
and shadows stretch like days without end
there is a place in the garden
where I come to rest
while the sun colours the sky
from blue to dove-grey,
the day draws to an end
and the sun changes to a glistening ball