What I know about my dad is only a few things,
eyes that radiates in seriousness,
he was sometimes strict but it was measured by love,
he was a god fearing man, but an Afrikaner
into the depths of his soul
and a teacher of history and Afrikaans
I remember his voice
reading the poems that he prepared
for post graduate studies in literature,
which made me get gooseflesh
from enjoyment
and so ‘early autumn, ‘
‘the headless horseman’
‘Maria’ and ‘I will go to my father’
and many other poems
became to lie deep in my heart.
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