Our offspring holds the future

The ideas are burnt into my mind

We have to bring our children up resilient and kind

Even when we see perfectly

Life calls on us

To be selectively blind

Wipe away pain with

Bittersweet tears spry

Worry about the unknown

Sucks our hopes dry

Raising future leaders

Is payback in sublime

For Dawn and her generation… you are born free and I am proud of you working hard for a better future.

Understanding Your Exasperation

The views you spew

Rebel against reality

Male dominance

Strikes fear

Like a burning spear

Power

Confused with violence

Utter insanity

This sickness

Perilously dogs society

In this war

The enemy

Shove their feet under our tables

Push their shoes under our beds

Their ill-conceived ideas of love

Trails blood

Lust

Bites deep chunks out of innocent souls

Where did they

Learn to be so callously cold

How long

Can we this semblance of normality hold

For Bianca, I completely understand your pain and despair. We have to learn and teach ourselves and the future generations that tolerating any level of abuse will never be worth losing who we are.

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2013-04-17

We pick up their remains

The images are burnt into my head

She was seventeen and now dead

This reality is more than a fallacy

Life in an impoverished set

Is so infinitely more painful

Filled with unwanted regret.

2013-04-17. For the young woman who was found stabbed and left in a river near the suburb of Chicago, Paarl, South Africa.

I remember

For sure

They keep the statistics –the powers that be

Burglary here

Rape there

Drunken driver off the road again

Another child molester protected by his sister

A delinquent boy protected by his mother

My wheelie bin takes your telephone cables to the dealer

Dial-a-merchant just like we see in the Hollywood movies on TV

Where do I 

Hear and see these things?

The headlines

Can no longer compete

Life of the poor

Filled with tragedy that stings

The brothers and sisters escape

To praise songs sing

Co-existing with Jan Bos

Still the thing

In forty years and more

This is still

No foreign thing

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2013-04-17.

Interpretations

The lines of your pencil

Knows my face

Every crinkle

Each wild grey strand

Familiar

Like the fingers

On your hand

The images you conjure

Sets your occupied mind free

Every squiggle

Each wilful stroke

Familiar

Like the moves

In a sisterly dance

The messages you transmit

Brings us love

Every sentiment

Each inner cry

Familiar

Like the language

You innocently speak

For Chloe, you are an artist! Good luck with the art. Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2013-04-03.