Tiaan went off for a Potjiekos*-competition, armed
with a recipe and his dad’s advice, with vegetables,
mutton and cumin in a cool bag, he is growing into
a great outdoor chef, gaining experience, he has
more self-confidence than ever before
I have accepted my little boy is gone, in his place a
neat young man, I made peace with life, happy to let
time go on, let go of the old to prepare for the new, but
when he turned fifteen I could not write him a poem, too
rebellious to accept the loss of my small one
Tonight I am working on new visions for my kids, how
to allow them to chase their own dreams, expand their
horizons, become independent and self-sufficient; I am
changing my view of myself, I am become a dignified
matron with grown-up kids
As of now I shall try to act with more style
and finesse…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem