Neither Language Nor Sign.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Neither language nor sign
days even weeks
he did not call me
never did he violent
but he never told the reason
it is not about love or money

But why not a phone call?
and do I have to wait for weeks on my own?
what is it about?
if I keep asking, you will find me less smart

What do I come to know now, dear heart
that you are not just hard of hearing
but also East Indian deaf....



Sylvia Frances Chan has taken this photograph of green grapes in the Green shady Garden of Taman Indonesia in Kallenkote Village, Steenwijk in the Province of Overijssel, NL. A refreshing piece of Green scenery
She also designed the card.

AD. Saturday the 11th of August 2018
@ 13.01 hrs. PM West European Time
Yesterday all flights at Schiphol, were cancelled, stormy weather,
the coming flights may land, but there was an enormous delay
with the Maroccan Royal Airways. This was noted since the poetess's
youngest son with partner and baby had to come from Ghana, Africa through Marocco, Africa. They have landed, with 2,5 hrs delay, but they arrived, praise the Lord!