Poetry

(After S. J. Pretorius)
 
So little I do remember of you,
About how you did knot your blue tie,
how you walked to the shining black car
with school books in your hands
and somewhere your image disappears
but your voice still remains on tape reading poems
and causes the hairs on my arms to rise.
 
Somewhere in my existence
words suddenly became a reality
and if it was from heartache of loosing you
or if falling in love for the first time did play a role
I cannot remember clearly
but I do wonder how my words
would come across to you if you could hear them?
 
[Reference: “Pa” (Dad) by S. J. Pretorius.]