(after Marlise Joubert)
Past the summer, sun and good times,
wives with groceries and bakeries,
past hope, trust and faith
even with a bowed head
my beautiful and painful memories do walk
and I wait with love for you.
Past old age, illness and sorrow
and past the days that a person wants to forget,
past senselessness and meaning
is the place where absolution begins
and right through the dark night
I am still waiting on you.
[Reference:"ingreep" (intervening-grip)by Marlise Joubert.]
© Gert Strydom
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