Life In A Box
Possessions, life summarised in one box
by Cor VisserMarchant
Not allowed to put them out
The treasures of two fluffy toys,
Once shared with my brother.
The toys stay
Everything else in one box under the bed.
Flowers of ice on the wall
Leave their marks as the box gets weaker,
But memories grow strong!
Forced to stay, but no dignity left
All was left behind
The love of one person makes strong,
As on this day each year I remember
But I remember every day, I say,
Thinking back of then,
Where she was a victim of her life.
Mine is not that bad after all
Or is it still the same?
(8 May 1999)