Daleen Enslinstrydom Poems
|241.||When You Did Come Back To Me||1/19/2014|
|242.||Where Have All The Roses Gone?||6/21/2013|
|243.||Where The Butcher-Bird Observes Everything||1/25/2013|
|244.||White Painted Houses||2/6/2013|
|245.||Why Do Words Not Come Easy To Me?||5/29/2014|
|246.||Will Somebody Pleas Take Me?||7/8/2013|
|247.||Will They Remember?||6/9/2014|
|248.||Winds Of Change||2/19/2013|
|249.||Winds, Chilliness Brings A Feeling||10/23/2013|
|251.||With Begging Hands||3/5/2013|
|252.||With The Breaking Dawn||12/30/2013|
|253.||Words Written On Paper||8/21/2013|
|254.||Yesterday’s Old Comfortable Coat||7/29/2013|
|255.||You Are A Part Of My Forever Summer||8/13/2014|
|256.||You Are More||8/1/2013|
|257.||You Are My Resting Place||7/15/2013|
|258.||You Are My Summer Sun||4/5/2013|
|259.||Your Butterfly Kisses From Your Strawberry Lips||5/28/2013|
|261.||Your Penned Words Do Inspire Me||6/5/2014|
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
and the fingers are big
and when they grab they hold on.
Those are very strong hands
but they are gentle when they touch the family.
Those hands sowed the wheat
and harvested the sheaves,
those hands planted maize
and brought home the first ripe corn.
Those hands brought life,
helped the cow that struggled during birth,
those hands carried the lambs
to a place of ...
Mom, You Are A Miracle
How do I find words for perfection?
If in words I do only say
what you do mean to me
but I do fall far short.
You are my friend.
Through many things
you did burrow your ear
to listen to my complaints