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I Still Keep Remembering
When my thoughts are lingering
to when uncle Franck came to fetch me with his Chevrolet,
to times in my childhood days
where someone could set the way of my life,
I see Uncle Franck with as the person he had been,
as a man who trusted sincerely in God,
knowing that everything fit somewhere into the big whole,
and still I look at him with childhood eyes
as a man whose word had real meaning
and to when I had followed him with wobbling steps,
and he was a person that you ask for help at any time,
a person that would give to his own harm
and now that the darkness comes between us,
now that it brings overwhelming separation
with death
that jumps in between our lives
I still keep remembering...
poem
by
Gert Strydom
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