Brabys; looking up sister’s address, knowing
my propensity to lose my way, Trichardt Street
Know how to get there, drive on without deviating
from the main road until we come to Kingfisher
Then Bloubos and Olive – lovely names, painting
a picture of birds in a forest, though I know
Most of it is suburbia and industrial area, but armed
with knowledge, I’m prepared to brave the unknown
Territory, ready for anything, I SHALL impress
my kids with my expertise and know-how
Not like the previous time when I could not keep
up appearances - had to admit total ignorance
Suffering their supercilious superiority…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Been there....great descriptive piece...brings memories into my head of getting lost...thank you