I can’t live without her
the letter said

His body for days in the house
found dead
hanging from a rope

From his garden
he used to chase us away
until one day

he stood before me
asking for ink
black it should be

Grampa Roet
a sad and lonely man
since his Nana died
from hot milk spilled on her

A lovely old couple they were

About gladiuspoeticus

A language freak and poet from The Netherlands (originally from Suriname) using a poetic short sword (gladius poeticus), to freely cut, chop or stab his way straight towards the essence of what needs to be told. Een Nederlandse taalgek en dichter (oorspronkelijk uit Suriname) die het dichterlijk kortzwaard (gladius poeticus) hanteert om zich rechtstreeks een weg te hakken, snijden of steken naar de essentie van hetgeen gezegd wil worden.
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4 Responses to Nana

  1. Kavita says:

    Ack…. sad and very moving!
    The loss of a loved one can be so treacherous on one’s mind!
    So beautifully captured here… the feelings were so intense,,…

  2. Yes, that’s true. this happened some 50 years ago. It made a tremendous impact on me as a child. I could only write it by reversing the chronological order. The original title is: “The story of Nana and granpa Root told backwards after 40 years. Thanks for reading and commenting.

  3. curtdiggity says:

    Man!!! that thought would have never came into my head to write it backwards…Tough!! amazing you are very talented…

  4. Thanks. it was just one of those lucky brain waves. my brain just gave in after so many years of desperate thinking and trying.

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