o Die pyn-gedagte: My kind is dood!
dit brand soos ‘n pyl in my. Die mense sien daar niks nie van, en die Here alleen die weet wat ek ly. Die dae kom en die nagte gaan; die skadu’s word lank en weer kort; die drywerstem van my werk weerklink, en ek gaan op my kruisweg vort. https://gedigteboom.co.za/totius/o-die-pyn-gedagte/ I know at least seven women who have lost a child. I, myself, managed to lose someone else's child. "How do you do that?" I hear you ask. You take in a six-year old when his mother's life falls apart and you keep him until he reaches high school, after which the arrangement becomes permanent and one day you realise you've become a single step-parent to a teenager. When you divorce his father many years later, you also lose the only "child" you'd ever known. That is how you lose someone else's child. It was not until I found Buurman that the possibility of a human baby crossed my mind. The Bulldog ...