Grown up now do you remember
long ago a wedding day?
You were my little brides man
a witness at a play –
a vow for live – cherish and love
for ever – all the way.
We didn’t know that you one day
would grow into an artist –
and I- would ever write a line.
Nor that we turn and twist
our minds, to find what seems to us
the world till then just missed.
I still remember how we laughed
as you stood there and cried
because you didn’t want to wear
the clothes that we had hired,
a pair of trousers, jacket, hat
which filled our hearts with pride.
The vow I gave the man I love
I kept through all the years.
I lived and loved, gave birth –
and cried a lake of tears.
He loves me too for what I am –
my laughter’s and my fears.
He-, doesn’t understand the depths
-of thoughts- I put to paper.
I’m pleased to know – you do instead.
Joke van der Ark
Nr. 227 – april 1994