86.            ELISABETH

Dark Africa,
Black Africa
If it wasn’t for you
I would have been lost.
It was you who picked me up
When the Western world pained me.
It was you in the smiling face of Abraham
Placing a beer in front of me
As he talked to me in fluent Afrikaans.
Although he could hate me
For whites are linked to apartheid.
Yet he carried me on his shoulders
This old garden worker
And so did Elisabeth and now Selina.
For all the years until Elisabeth became sick
I know the work became too much
After a days work at the office.
But I thank you and your kind.