Memories

Ek is besig om bokse met briewe en kaartjies en dagboeke uit te sorteer, en toe vind ek hierdie gediggie wat ek geskryf het toe ons destyds van ons "plaas" Driehoek af getrek het.

Memories

Somewhere on the continent of Africa
right near the southernmost tip
somewhere between the city of Cape Town
and the historical university town of Stellenbosch
between the foothills of the Stellenbosch mountains

there lies a pool of memories
bound together by the fences
of a smallholding

called Driehoek

it has a driveway
a long one
where we used to play cops and robbers on our bicycles
long ago
it used to be gravel
tarred now
and it can hold 10 cars (on a good day)

we grew up here for the last 21 years
not that we are grown-up now, maybe we like to think we are, but I think you lose more as you go along than what you gain

i'll remember it, even though we're moving soon

it's sad

you can't hold onto things, they say
but you can return to them

The mind is like a city, like London
Like Rome, a capital?
i prefer it to be like Driehoek, a smallholding
holding many small memories
to make a life

(or at least the beginning of one)

- Kari

Daai fences is nou al lankal nie meer daar nie - maar die memories bly, vir almal van ons wat daar geleef het!