Môre, Pa (Morning, Dad) is a Father’s Day rhyme in Afrikaans for my dad, for every other dad and especially dads who had already stepped across to a a Heavenly Dad.
Hierdie is ‘n Vadersdag rympie vir my pa, vir elke ander pa en veral vir pa’s wat al oorgestap het na ‘n Hemelse Pa
Hoor jy die magtige dreuning
die kragtige kreuning
die smagting na heling?
Oor die veld kom dit wyd gesweef
Die lied van ’n nuwe ontwaking
Wat harte laat breek en herleef
I am not posting a rhyme this week. We are working on a three part rhyme in five sections for Youth Day […]
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“These challenging times” nearly got me down, but rhymes like this one picked me up again. The full text in Afrikaans: Oor […]
Prelemoer. ‘n Rympie vir my ma op Moedesdag – via elke ander ma, én via ons Universele Ma., Afrikaans.
Sewe dae in Ma se Spa,
En ek kan weer vir die lewe sê, Ja!
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