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I have a list of folks I know, all written in a book,
And every now and then, I go and take a look.
That is when I realize these names...
they are a part, not of the book they're written in...
but taken from the heart.

For each Name stands for someone,
who has crossed my path sometime,
and in that meeting they have become,
the reason and the rhyme.

Although it sounds fantastic,
for me to make this claim,
I really am composed
of each remembered name.

Although you're not aware of any special link,
just knowing you, has shaped my life...
more than you could think.

So please don't think my greeting
as just a mere routine,
your name was not forgotten in between.

For when I send a greeting that is addressed to you,
it is because you're on the list of folks I'm indebted to.
So whether I have known you for many days or few,
in some ways you have a part in shaping things I do.

I am but a total of many folks I've met,
you are a friend I would prefer never to forget.

Thank you for being my friend!

‎6 maanden...

ze zijn verdwenen in een ogenblik
gisteren nog ging je buiten
en zei je "tot straks"

's avonds sloeg de deur dicht
en riep je "Ik ben thuis"

en nu....
geen slaande deuren meer,
geen stem die roept..
enkel stilte....

 een foto,
een steen op het kerkhof.
M. doet high five met je grafsteen,
net zoals ze met jou altijd deed

gisteren kreeg je spontaan een kusje
en ze zei "dada papa"
toen ze van je wegging.

Je keek zo uit,
naar de tijd toen ze groot zou zijn
en je echt met haar
zou kunnen spelen.

Nu is ze 2
en zou je samen kunnen spelen,
maar haar papa
......is er niet meer.