(for Minette, in answer to Herman de Coninck)
In my thoughts I do remember that dark day,
with you in the car like a broken doll,
where I could not change it and could do nothing
while other people and I stopped at that accident.
You always wanted to be silent and at times it left me dumbstruck
and even speechless you could move me nearer to you
but this deadly silence is something, out of which you can never come,
where the inability of someone else jerks everything to a standstill.
The earth does not deserve you so early to become a part of it,
I am with death in brokenness overwhelmed,
mere words to you and everything that I still wanted to do is curtailed
where at that moment I could do nothing to help,
where I did look at you in the last moment's rigid brokenness
but in the beauty of mere moments I do remember you.
[Reference:"Ik zie je nog altijd liggen" (I always see you lie)by Herman de Coninck.]
© Gert Strydom
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