A poem from the past: Far

I was convinced I never wrote poetry before last fall. There is something funny about the memory, I had quite forgotten that a long time ago I did also write some (very few) poems, but in Dutch, they (gedichten) were published, some  in a magazine called “Viva”, also in the primary school’s paper when I was a primary school kid, and in some books, poetry about pregnancy and this one, published in the book : “Mother, poems about the first woman in your life” published by uitgeverij Michon 1987. Why I completely forgot about them, and even thought I never liked poetry, (I must have?)  I don’t know. Life happened, it was over 20 years ago. And I probably didn’t think of them as real poetry. Sins of youth (jeugdzondes) we call them here 🙂 Translated from Dutch:


It is midnight.
Shivering I walk through the strange house.
I feel lost, crying of homesickness,
in the middle of the night.
To be home now for just a moment.
And then: the telephone rings;
a voice out of nowhere.
It is my mother. She says:
“I can’t sleep.
Thinking about you all the time.
Hey, is something wrong?”

Het is middernacht.
Rillend loop ik door het vreemde huis.
Ik voel me verloren, huil van heimwee.
Was ik maar even thuis.
En dan: de telefoon gaat over;
een stem vanuit het niets.
Het is mijn moeder. Ze zegt:
“Ik kan niet slapen.
Ik moet steeds aan je denken.
Zeg, is er iets?”


In the Dutch original there is a sort of rhyme in it 🙂

Comments on: "A poem from the past: Far" (4)

  1. You were a good poet then too.

    Next will be to get your poems in English published 🙂



  2. Thank you, 🙂 You have more confidence in me than I do 🙂 I would love to see them on paper, I have no clue where to begin though. Just send them to publishers?

    I did do that with a story once, and the publisher contractred me to write other stories. I have been working for them for 14 years now 🙂

    With love and thank you very much for all the time you spend reading my stuff!

  3. love this Ina. You clearly had talent a long time ago too!!

    I can relate so much to this. It has brought back the memory of myself as a “Brownie” when I was about 8 years old. We went away to camp for a few days and I just spent the whole time pretending I was fine while desperately wanting my mum!

    Love and hugs

    Christine xx

    • 🙂 I was homesick when I went to High school (atheneum) on the mainland and it was horrible. How brave of you to pretend you were fine! 🙂

      Love and hugs!

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