After the rain
Christmas holidays, packing and off 
to the Cape, the garden shining green 
after the rain, isn’t it strange that we 
always leave at the most beautiful 
time of the year
At the moment all is chaos and confusion, 
the kitchen a mess with teas and sponges 
everywhere, plastic containers for left-
over food and the sun setting outside 
against a purple sky 
These are the best times of our lives, the 
holidays just starting and all potential out 
there to be collapsed into a few beautiful 
blooms of events, hope always springs 
anew that this year 
Will be the most wonderful, ideas for making 
new plans for the next year and so the cycle 
goes on…
28 November 2013
What To Do 
Drove off in a flurry of bags and complaints, 
arrived in the Karoo and felt soothed by the 
mountains and hardy veld, small birds in red 
and yellow and a big fire to compliment the 
atmosphere, drove on to the Cape
Overcast and the sea greenish grey, we are 
caught in work mode and my walk on the 
beach just proved that my legs are weak, 
worried about tomorrow as feelings 
change and old age will bring 
More sorrow - then you promised things will 
be different when your duty is done and you 
can relax and savour the moment - wishing I 
could escape this moment and wake up in a 
new mental state
As my colleague said, we all suffer from 
Stockholm syndrome – unsure what to do 
with the new freedom the holidays brought…
30 November 2013                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem