Too Severally I Miss You Poem by Gert Strydom

This morning I miss you while bright red the sun is rising,
some of the white, red and yellow rosebuds have opened,
this morning's beauty and birdsong leaves me speechless
and I do imagine that you are walking around in the garden

but with the virus nothing will come from this daydream
and in the omnipotence of God I still have got trust and hope
but this winter has been terrible and almost everything is bare.
This morning I miss you while bright red the sun is rising,

and this terrible virus is disguised just like flue.
I phone to from the depth of my heart talk to you
and with the things of love I do remain very stupid.
Some of the white, red and yellow rosebuds have opened,

I tell you about an exceptional sunrise and ask how your day is going
and from the depth of my heart I want to visit you today,
you are excited and your voice sound full of joy and sweet like syrup.
This morning's beauty and birdsong leaves me speechless

but upside down the virus turns everything in life.
Outside a redbreast is dipping its head in a bowl of water,
there are purple, yellow and white irises that are already flowering
and I do imagine that you are walking around in the garden

but it's in vain and the dogs bark on the neighbour's property,
I am alone and I smell your fragrance from the pillowcase
and I pray for humanity, for you and me.
find on the bedroom's floor from your skirt a pretty button,
this morning I miss you.