| alma Feb-27-2007 11:59:41 |
Vivian - dit het alles met 'n doel gebeur. Klaar kan ons sien mense
staan nader om te help maak nie saak of dit vir mense is wat deur
lewensomstandighede in die stroom van armoede gedompel is nie. God sal haar
beskerm.
KLEIN BLOU OOG MEISIETJIE
Met jou eerste skoppie in mamma
se baarmoeder was daar ‘n opgewondenheid by haar, dog die
omstandighede
Jy het in die werêld gekom, blonde haartjies blou ogies,
volmaakte bondeltjie vreugde.
Om jou doel te bring aan elke Suid
Afrikaner.
Jy is die klein, blonde, skamerige, blou oog meisietjie wat
elke Suid Afrikaner se harte laat bloei.
Met jou foto teen lamppale,
koerante, vensters, geboue, skoolbusse… gryp elke klein dogterjie en seuntjie
stywer na mamma se hand.
Jy het reggekry wat geen leier ooit kon, jy het
gewys hoe ‘n volk bymekaar kan staan.
Klein meisietjie met die
sprankelende oë, jy straal die lus vir die lewe uit.
Jou uitdagende
glimlag sê jy’s reg vir die toekoms.
Tevrede met wat die lewe jou bied,
het jy aanvaar wat pappa en mamma se lewens omstandighede is. Jy het saam
gevloei met die stroom van die lewe.
Jou plesierige laggie vol lewenslus
hang nog in die parkie.
Dis ‘n Sondag, die dag van die Here waar almal Sy
Naam moet eer, maar die mens het die dag lelik gemaak, ook vir jou klein
meisietjie.
Dis badtyd vir jou, jou pienk hempie en jean rompie is seker
ook vuil soos daardie klein voetjies vol sand en stof van die dag se
speel.
Waar is jy klein meisietjie, wat het hulle met jou
gemaak?
Die A,B,C … 1+1 het sy geleer, daar is nog soveel wat sy moet
leer
Bring haar terug! roep die hele Suid Afrika.
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| Linda Feb-27-2007 12:21:44 |
Liewe Sheldean,
As ek in jou sprankelende ogies kyk
wonder
ek waar jy is.. en hoe ons jou kan bereik
Ons wil hê jy moet terugkom..
maar jy bly stom
Almal bid vir jou
en ons almal sit en naels
kou
Jou bestaan word ooral aangevoel
en weet en van die dae sal
rustigheid oor almal spoel
Jy is sekerlik heeltemal onbewus van hoe
bekend jy nou is
en geen idee dat onbekende mense al rasend is oor die
gemis
Jy is in ons gebede en gedagtes 24 uur 'n dag
en ons vertrou op
GOD se mag.
Kom terug poplap! |
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| Received from Linette |
Beautiful Mean Moms
Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic
that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me:
I loved you enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.
I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep.
I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.
I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in my eyes.
Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.
I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
But most of all, I loved you enough . . . to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.
Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.
And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.
Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.
When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches.
And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison.
She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them.
She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.
We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labour Laws by making us work.
We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.
She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!
Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16.
Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.
Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.
I think that is what's wrong with the world today.
It just doesn't have enough mean moms!
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| Received from Dalene van Aswegen, Roestoff, Venter & Kruse Prokureurs |
”AAN ALMAL WAT MY SOEK”
Aan almal daar……
Ek het nie verdwaal,
Asb, sal iemand my kom haal……….?
Ek is nog net ‘n kindjie klein
Want my hartjie is rein………
Ek is so bang,
Want “hulle” het my gevang……..!
Maar groot asseblief
Ek is klein, en het nog almal lief.
Hou aan soek,
Want so sê die Groot Boek
.....Soek – En jy sal vind!
“Sheldeane”
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