Legacy Poem by Gert Strydom

(for mother)

I did not know my dad too well,
as I was only three
when from my life he was gone,
and did die from cancer
but some of his tastes to food I perpetuate,

his way of speech,
the expression in his eyes,
looking to the depth of things
and maybe his integrity

his trust in the almighty God,
but from my mother
I have learned
to love selflessly

even if at times
she hates that trait in me.