Age Is Slowly Taking Its Toll Poem by Gert Strydom

(For mother)

Age is slowly taking its toll
and with it the last touches of summer
is fading away while autumn
is turning into life's winter.

Diamonds sparkles in your eyes,
looking somewhat like the dew
that early in the morning covers the flowers
as they run down your cheeks at times.

Pain is slowly but surely taking control
of your body and there is nothing
that I can do to ease away that burden
and still in this time of oblivion nearing

Mother, you are the one
who keeps on encouraging me,
keep on to trust in the salvation
of God eternal.