The story behind this poem – link here
For Mariette Robijn, and her family.
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Mariette stated:
‘No one wills
A favourable reception
Of any illness,’
instilled
By Oma, her Grandmother,
Over a century, under God,
Recalling, her husband,
Leader,
Landelijke Knokploeg.
Hilbert ‘Arie’ van Dijk,
Executed, too cruel,
Helped leading the few,
Their Resistance,
hope-fuelled.
Her youngest son died,
A few years later:
Her great-grandchild died,
Lost,
in grief’s labour.
Despite these tragedies
Oma carried, ill-eased,
She’d always say:
“Be brave.
You have to agree,
To embark upon the journey..
with an unknown destination.
Without knowing why, or .. how..”
Consent:
no expectation.