My Classmate Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan
My Classmate
Once I knew a child
I was still a child too
he was a quiet boy
and I was a very shy girl
we sat in the same class
and in the same bank
we never spoke a word
what i had seen
I shall never forget
his name was Marcus Moersid
that was on his writingbook
one day he became quieter than quiet
I read on his writingbook
Marcus Stoffels
at that time I did not understand
those surnames of Marcus
I still remember
and now I know the reason either
© Sylvia Frances Chan
AD.1st April 2018
EasterSUNDAY @ 23.29 hrs P.M. West-European Time
the sudden change of his surnames. His parents were divorced and he and his mother immigrated to the Netherlands. That was in Jakarta,
Indonesia. Moersid is an indonesian surname and Stoffels, a Dutch
one. Oops, it could be that he is also writing poems and by chance
would read this simple poem. But something in me has the urge to
write these words down.
On the same class during childhood you noticed his name form notebook and this was Marcus Moersid. This was an amazing moment to discover name of a friend without asking name. Once you were a child and you had gathered many more memories in school. This poem was an amazing and excellent essence brought up from core of memories....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/9/2024 9:20:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a vivid memory of childhood. A lovely and unique write beautifully crafted.10