It has been a journey,
One I would have preferred
Not to have tread.
In my mind's eye,
I can still see him -
Dead.
Feelings are put into words,
Words into images,
Images forever burned in my head.
One day I will see him,
My Father, my Dad,
Those 'Words' will be said.
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Last year this time: Spring I take this excerpt from a hymn called It Only Takes A spark "What a wondrous time is spring, W... -
When all alone you sit, And your heart is in your hand, Don't despair, Your God is near. When you walk along the street, And not ...
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These are a collection of songs and poems I wrote from when I was 10 years old until the death of my father at age 18. Some of my Umhlali f...