POETRY AE Webb

LOVE LOOKSNOT WITH THE EYESBUT WITH THE MIND

8th August 1971

Today,I came to the end of my tether;My energy was spent,My courage was gone;I was wearyof struggling on.Life held very little for me;My world,fell apart,I took Carol and beat herTill, I could not anymore.For it is a burdenTo be a mother, father,Friends and protector.My heart was heavy,Pray God if I did righ,For my courageIs at an end!A E Vorster   Mum wrote this for me when she found me smoking for the umteenth time, and tried to get me to stop. I still smoke today - it is the only part of ME I still have.   Soon may I follow Where true heartslie withered and fond onesare flownOhwho would inhabit thisbleak worldalone?  One is called; One is left To face what lies ahead.One must remainto make the bestof what is left of life,With aching heart , to bear,The silence of an empty room;The vacant chair.   Since I've seen your face,but cannot shake your hand,   I send my soulthrough time and spaceto greet youyou will understand.   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SomewhereWe shall meet, again ;We shall love, again:Somewhere,Songs shall be sung,  again; Somewhere,You shall bring sunshine,Out of the rain!Somewhere.wewill beone again!   ~ * ~ Let others be happy;In natures like mine,It is enough to go on struggling;to waste away one's own heartand yet to appearSmiling while death gnawing awayat one's soul  ~~ * ~~

I have not fear

Nor wish my fate;

But boldly say each night,

Tomorrow my soul

Beams in display;

Not in clouds hide away;

I

have lived today!

TEARS

Into each life,

Some tears must fall;

but too much has fallen into mine;

Teardrops

falling like rain

All I do

All day long, is sit and cry,

Since you went away.

Will you ever, come back?

 LOVE

You and I

Will love again;

Dont ask me why,

We shall meet again!

At the moment

Life has passed me by:

Your love,

Shall Never die!

Somewhere, somehow,

You will come again

I know;

We shall meet again.

Love again,

Live again,

You and I.

Here, my love, in my heart

your magic spells,

bound forever,

I'll keep.

Love is like a beautiful flower

All delicate and sweet.

TIME IS LIFE

Treasure every golden hour,

As through the years you go;

Use the many gifts, 

that time,

in passing,

will bestow.

Never

Let the sun go down on sorrow

or strife,

grateful be,

for every moment, granted;

Time is life!

All these were written by Mum probably in and around 1971 - 1973, after my father died.