Lee Siebritz, Bonteheuwel
Knitting beautiful hearts of Bonteheuwel
With two knitting needles
in her hands
and a bale of wool
at her glance
our dearest mama knitted all the way long
With eager little toddlers
streaming happily in
she smiled at them
and soon
they were to begin
Bopping their little heads
to the left
and to the right
she nurtured them carefully
to get their patterns right
It has to be right
it can’t be wrong
no incorrect pattern
was spared from her
charm
Pull them out
and start over again
But ma i’m so far ahead
Nope pull them out
and
start again better instead
A perfectionist at heart
with perfect patterns
running through her life
Young learners would sit
eagerly in her class
hoping to catch some
magic
from the master class
Mama knitted the hearts
of Beverly Hills
she knitted them
with her masterful skills
Affectionately known as the
sweet lady
we always left with sweets and
a packet of chips
We all carried her bags
to Bergsig Primary School
and back
Memories still flood my mind
as I remember that time
Going to Gatesville to buy
bombies, sweets, chips, suckers
and lollipops
at Elite
Taking the bus with the check
floral bag
It was a lovely journey from
Bonteheuwel to Gatesville and
back
I remember watching the klopse
with her at the Athlone Stadium
We sat there and watched the
parade
until morning’s rays
faded away
I remember eating fish and chips
on the corner of Salt River
with mama
whilst waiting for the Bontas
bus
I also remember packing sweets,
chips, lollipops and lekker
stuff
as we headed out with
the luxury bus
we smiled, laughed and talked
all the way home…
Just like my time with mama
she had with mommy, daddy and
others in the family
those hearts were patterned
together
knitted to perfection
never in need of correction
With a bittersweet tune
mama has left the class
she has entered
God’s master class
Leaving behind a lifetime of
memories
both happy and sad
she is at peace now
surrounded by angels at hand
Thank you Lord
for not
letting the sun go down on me
when I thought I could no longer go on
Thank you Lord
for uplifting me
for helping me to realise my
dream
whilst others back in my days
waved me goodbye
whilst others back in my days
died like flies
Lord, thank you!
My time has come
Thank you for another year
thank you for drying my
heartbroken tears!
Thank you Lord
for calming my soul
especially on those days
when I wanted to break down heaven’s doors!
Thank you for keeping me
strong!
Thank you for placing me at a
place… I, now have to bid so
long…
Thank you Lord for my piece of
gold
thank you Lord for my piece of
silver
they are smiling at me, as I run
to them!
As the clock ticks on
with every minute that
prolongs
mountains of memories fill my
mind
whilst the clock’s hands
slowly starts to wave me
goodbye
I’ll try not to cry
as they wave me goodbye
as I know that heaven’s eyes
will be watching me
I know that from here on out
there will be a new-found peace
My time hath honoured
those who have entered
heaven’s doors
She hath run the race
She hath run the race
A rose gone to heaven
to meet a sweet heavenly
embrace
Her time hath come
Her time hath come
Her work is done
Mama has left behind
beautiful hearts with
patterned lines
intertwined amongst the
heavens
inspiring the tawny, mocha
skinned
youth of Bonteheuwel
with her plethora of magical
skills
Her time has come
Her time has come
She hath run the race
She hath run the race
Thank you Lord!
my time hath come!!!
my time hath come!!!
A tribute to our dearest mom, grandma and great-grandma Mildred Cecelia Siebritz, a stalwart of Bonteheuwel.
