T: Herman van Veen Eva Schuurman ET: Lori Spee M: Herman van Veen |
TOMORROW IT IS OVER |
jaar: 2012 |
You wanted to be Edith perhaps, Edith Piaf or Vera Lynn but instead became my dedicated, tunny mama. You wanted to be Doris perhaps, Doris Day or the wife of Piggelmee, who lived inside a gray stone jar not too far from the sea. A life long spent on dusting, cooking, polishing the floor. A life long spent remembering resistance in the war, the Germans' whores, Jews in hiding, ration books, concentration camps, the flames and the debris. The hunger winter, liberation day, the fifth of May, marching music papa sick. And that my funny mama said: "Oh no, he can't pass on. Take me instead, and not my Jan." You wanted to go to school perhaps, to middle school or so, to be a nurse and tend the sick or just ride in a UFO. You wanted perhaps to be a governess for her Majesty, the Queen, but just became my courtly, fanny mama. You acted then when lilacs bloomed as if you were asleep, just as the nurse was on her way to get a diaper. Someone pushed the window open. And then a sigh flew from vour mouth, it could have been a bird. And far away we heard a train cry out. Your little bird flew towards the sky and in the marketplace, verschenen op: * For a Kiss (2012) * |