I am social worker. I specialized in healing children and I worked for Childline for many years. I love children very much. I have five of my own -- actually six, for one of my sons married a wonderful girl and now I have two daughters and four sons.
Unconditional love is the answer in all cases of woundedness.
Although my children are "all over the world", I try to see them as often as possible. This photo was taken on July 7, 2008, in Stellenbosch, on the birthday of my second oldest son. Herman.
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alone in england
searching south african sun
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i cannot stand the sultry heat
of summer in the south -
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*Geur van Liefde* -
Child's Chimes
poor poor daddy -
Lullaby my little lark
waiting in warm vault so dark -
My husband and I took a South African poet, Floris Brown, to a French Restaurant owned by Noël and Muriel. Whilst waiting for our order to arrive, our hosts' da
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A little fish from Island Fay
decided once to go astray; -
a song sung by a mother for her son
mom sing me a song words whispered by a baby-son -
I dreamt I was working with preschoolers. They were too cute. They asked me about the birth of a baby and I told them the process. Then one
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somewhere on the streets of London
you may roam today -
janke was presented
with a silver gift -
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janke was presented
with a silver gift -
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alone in england
searching south african sun
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i cannot stand the sultry heat
of summer in the south -
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*Geur van Liefde* -
Child's Chimes
poor poor daddy -
Lullaby my little lark
waiting in warm vault so dark -
My husband and I took a South African poet, Floris Brown, to a French Restaurant owned by Noël and Muriel. Whilst waiting for our order to arrive, our hosts' da
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A little fish from Island Fay
decided once to go astray; -
a song sung by a mother for her son
mom sing me a song words whispered by a baby-son -
I dreamt I was working with preschoolers. They were too cute. They asked me about the birth of a baby and I told them the process. Then one
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somewhere on the streets of London
you may roam today -
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from the four corners
of creation, secure13 lines, 8 comments, on Jan 12 12:17 AM 2007
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I am a doll of coarse cloth
butterfly to moth -
and I am not amazed to find you
sitting in my lap -
being missing is being somewhere / alone / a soul tested by sadness / not home / but in the arms of Him: / He knows! / being wishing is bei
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Once upon a time there was a little boy. He looked like all other boys but also not. His eyes were different. They saw deeper.
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G een tree gaan ongesiens verby
E en Skaduwee wat by jou bly -
I was not yet 4 when he died, yet: I remember my thoughts clearly.
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the sky was frozen
and it was night -
on a morning at glenheath and lost for all eyes
a girl of small frame and not even full five32 lines, 7 comments, on Sep 29 1:19 AM 2007. In Personal History. Society, Childhood years -
holding you
holding myself -
child in Light's cradle
statement of Love -
do not turn pitiful eyes
to children hungry -
I wrote for you a poem, my love
in universal tongue -
because I love you
I can see Mother -
Ah, Ada! Maiden of Glenheath
Within sorrow your laughter rings -
I love you, Big Brother, for teaching me each agile thing,
like standing on my head when all the world is upside down; -
Sis, do you know ... that old oak tree ...
Shhh, hear this: that tree is a captured prince, -
Raai, raai wie verjaar?
Lees die vers, haar naam is daar! -
swaying in circles of life
seasons of strife and moments grounded -
Eyes cover sorrow
with pictures -
Where kappertjies bloom
in shadows of moist, -
Stand up for woman rights voices proclaim;
but what about those men enslaved by blame? -
The Cup with the Crack
True story of Mya, Moonchild of Myrrh -
Gelukkige Moedersdag!
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Son ...
you have a world inside -
Nothing gives solace and sorrow exactly as pines do:
the soft swish in the cold wind -
During the very cold winter months I often gather clothes from my closet for the poor. This act of love goes far into my past. Charity is s
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Motherless soul, forever denying the Father.
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Precious Child, you are the daughter of my very soul.
How I love to see you grow! -
She knew her mother hated the sight of her ...
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Acts of her hands woven songs of pure life;
symbolized good, never at fault. -
Today is your birthday.
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