All The Promises (Rondeau) Poem by Gert Strydom

(for my wife Daleen)

All the sweet promises made by you
whereof I know each word is true
help to keep me going still further on
but locked-down from you I am gone
and thinking of you pulls me through

and about my feeling I cannot you con,
while endless the months do continue,
I miss you and every daughter and son
All the sweet promises

in this time have for me great value.
and I think of you when I am blue,
of how you love sweets called bon-bon.
I remember while life weighs a ton
all the sweet promises.
© Gert Strydom