the beautiful blue clouds seem so evil gray
and my vibrant green lawn is so full of dust
I have no love nor any l.u.s.t.
since you’ve gone away
I don’t like coffee and I don’t like tea anymore
my lunch is not good, my throat is so sore
no storytelling, no prose or poetry
no walks to green meadows
nor play in the cool shadows
since you’ve gone away
days remaining long nights now
I cannot handle life somehow
I cannot laugh nor smile a bit
and so many candles I never lit
since you’ve gone away….
© Sylvia Frances Chan – All Rights Reserved
Paranmaribo 2007
on PH Wednesday 22 July 2020
This is a translation of the poem
Sinds Je Weg Bent….
by
Sylvia Frances Chan