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"ouma" poems
Rooi rosige wange En n eerlike mond n Hart van goud My Ouma Ek sal nooit ooit my Ouma met Rooi wange En die mooiste glimlag vergeet nie En jou lag Jou stewige lag Jou Hart Wat so vol liefde was My Ouma Ek sal nooit vergeet dat dit was jy Wat vir my afrikaans geleer het Ek het dit altyd met jou gepraat My Ouma Jou geselskap was altyd eerlik En jy het altyd my hart verstaan My Ouma Wat so lief vir Facebook was My Ouma Van muis stories En my Ouma saam met Wie Ek gebak het My Ouma Van rose My Ouma Van liefde My Ouma Van lang goodbyes En altyd ons ding Waar ons het gese Ons is so lief vir mekaar My Ouma Ek sal altyd dankbaar wees Vir ons tyd saam My lieflike Ouma Ek sal jou met Rooi wange En blou grimering onthou My regte egte Ouma Ek sal jou lag altyd **** En jou laaste glimlag sien En lippe Wat gese: "Ek is so lief vir jou, my skat. Altyd." Ouma Ek sal jou nooit ooit vergeet nie Ouma Ouma My mooiste ouma Van rose En Rooi wange. Totsiens my Ouma
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 4:14 AM UTC
My Ouma
*The Sound of delight as the truck tyre rolls on the silent gravel     The clamorous sound of a Child torrents, and marks the race to calls heard by the 'siren devil'                  Dusty feet running with cries of others who can't afford that red ice drenched in syrup Ouma stunning, as a child dampens her tunic with red eyes pressed to see them Hand reaches in my pocket coined with the Old Man, I'm missing those times with no dockets for stealing a coin from the Old.*
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
Ice Cream Truck
Sitting here Where your body lies Your heart deafened Your life gone by As the birds chirp And life chatters away I hear you Loud and clear on this day Your life beckons Full And dear I miss you Ouma My partner in crime My maat My beste vriend Ek mis ons gesprekke In Afrikaans Ek mis jou lag Jou Rooi rosige wange Jy En Ek sit hier Sonder jou I haven't felt myself since you've been gone I've been empty Waiting For someone to help this yearning This longing in my heart I sit beside your grave Tears clenched in my eyes Holding back my own life I miss you Ouma I miss you so And forever I will be empty Without you As I am Yearning For you so.
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Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 5:29 AM UTC
Yearning
Ek skrik die 10de Augustus wakker. Iets voel verkeerd, so swaar, so leeg. Met 'n knop in my keel raak my gemoed swakker. Min het ek geweet, dat treur so swaar kon weeg. Vaagweg **** ek, "I look to you" "And when melodies are gone" "I hear you in a song" Ouma was ons eie Whitney Houston Haar sterk gees was ons rots. Al het ons met tye lekker koppe gebots. Sy was my vestiging, ons familie se trots. Mag die rose in Bloemfontein altyd ouma se naam onthou. Die pragtige rooikop dogtertjie in liefde toegevou. Ouma se omgee het my soveel keer gered. Die dankbaarheid gekoester in my mooiste gebed. Mag die voëltjies altyd bly sing Terwyl ouma se stories mooi herinneringe bring Ouma was altyd bereid om te help Vol genade het ouma, harde harte versmelt Mag oupa altyd verlief bly Sodat ons verdwaaldes, ook die regte prentjie kan kry 'n 53 - jaar, onvoorwaarlike liefde verhaal So opreg, en eerlik, die mooiste mylpaal Dankie dat ouma my aanvaar het vir wie ek is Al sit ek heel wat die potte mis Dankie vir alles wat ek by ouma kon leer Dankie vir elke drukkie, vergifnis, keer op keer. Dankie vir elke koppie soet tee Vir al die miljoene trane wat ouma moes afvee Dankie dat julle vir my alles kon gee Dat hulle harte net liefde kon skree Dankie dat ouma my veilig kon hou Ons verlang alreeds, en sal verewig onthou. Ons bly, onvoorwaarlik lief vir jou. Ek gaan ouma mis, al my liefde, Thomas.
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 2:52 AM UTC
H1938 - 2018
I just want to cry But I am numb I saw a child die before my eyes I see her wither in her last breaths Ouma This is not the way you should die With that machine attached to your throat Arms tied down Being suctioned And being forced to take your last breath No Ouma You are a proud woman A woman who always tries to look her best A scent of Mint and roses And sweet cakes My Ouma Clothes that smell like washing powder But that unique kind that you always remember Ouma I love you I never knew how much I did Until now I never imagined life without you And I do not wish to My Ouma Please don't go He loves you so much He never left your side You are his 'girl' he says As you lie there in the hospital bed He can not live without you Ouma You have no idea how much you mean to us My Ouma Ek is so baie lief vir jou My Ouma Asseblief Moenie gaan nie My Ouma Van Mint And Rose scent.
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
Ouma
This is where I live! our youngest tour guide proudly gestures to a 6 by 6 tin hut viciously reflecting the African heat Inside, a sun-beaten woman rests against four ceramic jugs brimming with water that’s almost fresh carried from the well we passed a mile and a half back. We embark on a two-step  tour across the tiny space where a dozen relatives sleep, pausing at the single mattress reserved for ouma, eldest in the village at 52. Her call for questions reverberates in silence against the camera hanging from my neck, and the Cliff bar peeking out of my pocket. Our guide kisses his mom before closing the door, a relieved sigh slips through my teeth, we march on.
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
We March On
A moment when you watch someone die Is a moment filled with desperation and heartache You are numb You are suffering Because you waited for her to die You watched as all the numbers decreased You watched as her heart beat stopped and her breathing ended You watched as it all turned 0 You watched her die You watched the colour disappear from her face Her rosy cheeks into a pale pale yellow She is gone But oh how she died How she died With such love surrounding her As we waited for you to go to Heaven To meet Jesus There were threads of love surrounding your body As you breathed With that **** machine A hand on each leg A hand holding each of your hands Enveloped with warmth and love As your husband sincerely stroked your head You were in a room encompassed with love We adored you my dear My beautiful ouma We loved you so much And now I say No more Sunday visits That God, why did I ever dread? God, I want her back I know I am selfish But I loved her Care and absolute adoration for me Everyone keeps telling me how much she loved me I remember her lips mouthing 'Ek is lief vir jou skat' And that will be my memory of her Rosy cheeks Blue eyeshadow And honesty that you thought you despised but actually adored The most honest person I know How I will miss you, my love I want you to know that you are so loved And I pray that those tears I saw in your eyes As you died Were tears of courage and strength and bravery As you faced death As he came in like a thief in the night And took you away Before you died We each said we loved you We were desperate We screamed out prayers for God to take you away peacefully You cried You weeped, my love As you said Your last goodbye.
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
"Death Be Not Proud"
A moment when you watch someone die Is a moment filled with desperation and heartache You are numb You are suffering Because you waited for her to die You watched as all the numbers decreased You watched as her heart beat stopped and her breathing ended You watched as it all turned 0 You watched her die You watched the colour disappear from her face Her rosy cheeks into a pale pale yellow She is gone But oh how she died How she died With such love surrounding her As we waited for you to go to Heaven To meet Jesus There were threads of love surrounding your body As you breathed With that **** machine A hand on each leg A hand holding each of your hands Enveloped with warmth and love As your husband sincerely stroked your head You were in a room encompassed with love We adored you my dear My beautiful ouma We loved you so much And now I say No more Sunday visits That God, why did I ever dread? God, I want her back I know I am selfish But I loved her Care and absolute adoration for me Everyone keeps telling me how much she loved me I remember her lips mouthing 'Ek is lief vir jou skat' And that will be my memory of her Rosy cheeks Blue eyeshadow And honesty that you thought you despised but actually adored The most honest person I know How I will miss you, my love I want you to know that you are so loved And I pray that those tears I saw in your eyes As you died Were tears of courage and strength and bravery As you faced death As he came in like a thief in the night And took you away Before you died We each said we loved you We were desperate We screamed out prayers for God to take you away peacefully You cried You weeped, my love As you said Your last goodbye.
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These past three weeks Have been quite unnerving I've found love and I've lost one of the most important people in my life... Losing her was terribly sad... I've tried to push away those feelings of sadness and heartache By focusing on love and the endearing look he has in his eyes I have not allowed myself to succumb to dwelling in my sadness And the urgency in my heart to cry our her name to the heavens Where are you? Are you looking down on me? I miss our Sunday visits, Ouma I miss your sweet rosy scent I am conflicted by the emotions I feel I am resisting the screaming and sobbing in my heart I am deafening her With a pillow to her mouth I am allowing her to fall asleep And when the sobbing, screaming child in my heart awakes... I love her I remind her that 'Jesus wept' And it will be alright And she should allow the Love of Jesus to flood her heart 1 Corinthians 13 Love should swell up inside of her heart And she should love Allow that love to surmount all that melancholy inside of herself She will love She will love Momentarily I am lost And I was found by The Lover of my Soul Jesus Christ, dwell in me Love me Bless me Be with me And help me to spread Your Word And lift Your Name on High Jesus... Dwell in Me And Love...
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 3:55 AM UTC
The Screaming, Sobbing Girl Inside My Heart
My klein Ouma smeer haar liefde soos botter Sy smeer van kant tot kant en gee liefde orals, wat langsaam versmelt in die deug van haar sagte brood My klein Ouma se liefde vul al die gate in die warm brood “Niks is beter as brood nie” Is wat Ouma altyd se En tog, is sy verbasend klein … Sy eet net die krummels en gee vir ander haar gebotterde brood so gesond so lekker My klein Ouma Vol liefde gesmeer
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Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 2:44 AM UTC
My klein Ouma
"Nou wie is jy?" "Ouma, my naam is Siyasanga, Ek is jou dogter Lalie se seun" "My Lalie, sy wat in Suid Afrika bly?" "Ja ouma, ek het vir ouma kom keur" I watch on as the spark of recognition lights up her eyes Happiness flowers through the creases on her face like fresh rain through a Namib riverbed  Her brow furrows as if trying to keep this revelation prisoner The Sun continues its long journey across the sky Her brow relaxes, and. . . . . "Hello virtel my, my kind, Wie is jy?" "My naam is Siyasanga Ouma, Ek is ouma se klien kind. My ma se naam is Lalie" "Lalie, sy is my dogter wat in Suid Afrika bly" "Dis reg ouma, ek het vir ouma kom keur" The spark returns The fresh rain flows The love warms my soul as we embrace The Sun once more takes flight Taking respite from the heat I watch as she shuffles and shimmies and shuffles once more down the corridor To the foot of the bare bed I've made my haven Words like spun silk spill from her lips as she asks "May I sit here my child? "Ja my ouma, ouma hoef nie vra nie" She shuffles and shimmies and sits down to read What a beautiful life affair she has with words, Even those from a magazine, Whose pages danced that day at her touch A letter whose ink for 2 decades laid dry The name of the man she loved preserved in his evergreen book Both retrieved from the vault that was her purse Oh how she loved those words, and they loved her She turns her head to look at me With that spark in her eye "Jy is my Lalie se seun" I smile, my face awash with fresh rain "Ja ouma, ek het vir ouma kom kuier"
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Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 5:52 AM UTC
Every first conversation (for Lydia)
"Nou wie is jy?" "Ouma, my naam is Siyasanga, Ek is jou dogter Lalie se seun" "My Lalie, sy wat in Suid Afrika bly?" "Ja ouma, ek het vir ouma kom keur" I watch on as the spark of recognition lights up her eyes Happiness flowers through the creases on her face like fresh rain through a Namib riverbed  Her brow furrows as if trying to keep this revelation prisoner The Sun continues its long journey across the sky Her brow relaxes, and. . . . . "Hello virtel my, my kind, Wie is jy?" "My naam is Siyasanga Ouma, Ek is ouma se klien kind. My ma se naam is Lalie" "Lalie, sy is my dogter wat in Suid Afrika bly" "Dis reg ouma, ek het vir ouma kom keur" The spark returns The fresh rain flows The love warms my soul as we embrace The Sun once more takes flight Taking respite from the heat I watch as she shuffles and shimmies and shuffles once more down the corridor To the foot of the bare bed I've made my haven Words like spun silk spill from her lips as she asks "May I sit here my child? "Ja my ouma, ouma hoef nie vra nie" She shuffles and shimmies and sits down to read What a beautiful life affair she has with words, Even those from a magazine, Whose pages danced that day at her touch A letter whose ink for 2 decades laid dry The name of the man she loved preserved in his evergreen book Both retrieved from the vault that was her purse Oh how she loved those words, and they loved her She turns her head to look at me With that spark in her eye "Jy is my Lalie se seun" I smile, my face awash with fresh rain "Ja ouma, ek het vir ouma kom kuier"
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Children are lucky because they have A Grandma and a Grandmama Nonna, Mhamó, Abuela, Bibi Babcia, Giagiá, Avó, Oma Nagymama, Mormor, or Kuku wahine Are names of love for their Nan O baachan, Babushka, Tutu, Halmeoni Are certainly not names for a man Ouma, Savta, Bubbi, Geema Nai Nai, Nona, Gramms and more Bomma, Mawmaw, Yaya, Nana If I keep going you’ll think I’m a bore All names for their Grandma The one they adore That special someone Who’s love to the core She plays with them, cuddles, and keeps them all warm She feeds them, she rears them takes over the chore But all of this just to say, lest we forget Grandmas are LOVE LOVE LOVE and more
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
Grandma and Grandmama
Now that family have separated From the gathering your funeral brought Can we still talk of the dearly departed? When everyone else is so caught Up in their own sky, clouded by judgment That a slab of Marble brings people together And that personal troubles is not above the weather And the smell of rain as it drips down our hair To fill the role of tears where our minds don't care To the grandkids you never got to hug To the machines that were plugged The hospital you never awoke from To me who never visited cause I was afraid and dumb Do you nod your head in anger? Do your tears Bring rain? When we stray from the right path and cause each other pain? Do you regret like we do? Or do you forget in paradise? Are you finally at peace? Does the ignorance suffice? I hope you never have to see us at our worst That only love bursts from your eyes From the golden Skies, where you hide That the blinding light hides the truth That we're struggling in our youth Find peace Ouma, and please be at the entrance when we die So we could cry, and be suprised when you haven't changed one bit That your joy persists and we can't resist looking back That you're finally on track, no bills or selfish entities That your soul is intact, and you don't lose your Amenity
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Jan 10, 2025
Jan 10, 2025 at 3:41 PM UTC
Do you cry up in heaven, Ouma?