Haar asem kan die revolusie begin
as sy net wou, as sy net kon...
maar die doofstomheid
van jare se verdwaal....
het haar kom haal
en sy sit verdwaas in 'n grougrys land
bomskok verys, bomskok geraas

haar asem kan die revolusie begin
as sy net wou, as sy net kon...
maar wat sal haar weer oppluk opruk
uit bomskok depressie tot groot geluk
kleinkinders se klokkie laggies?
'n dogter wat haar saggies
vashou,vasdruk
maar dan sak sy weer terug  
met 'n grougrys sug...

haar asem kan die revolusie begin
as sy net wou, as sy net kon...

© Afrikavrou

day 2 | 16 August 2011
 
summary:
This poem is about an old woman in an old age home. She has experienced too much pain, war and trauma and has become numb, catatonic. She has lost the will to live, to breathe. Sometimes her daughter comes to visit with her grandchildren, then she is lifted temporarily from her deep grey depression, but then sinks back into it when her visitors leave. If only she could discover that her will to breathe could start the revolution in her soul, so that she becomes alive again...