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193 Dutch and so many more angels in heaven

193(*) Dutch photo's yelling
silenced heartbreaking stories
flying both not and too sky high
angels in heaven

(c)  Elly Wouterse

two pages of the morning paper... 193 pictures of Dutch people killed @ the plane incident in the Ukraine sky... and there are so many many more and all are telling - silenced for ever - a heartbreaking story.. 
and there are so many more saddening situations... 

I hope you don't mind - being Dutch - that I wrote this little poem about that terrible moment of facing those faces for the first time..

(8) 07/24//2014 Today the counting continued... adding one more to the Dutch number of victims...

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I LOVE YOU for my no1 dutch fan and love of my life

lieve liefde,
je bent de ster in mijn hemel
je bent minj maan.
Je bent de vreugde die in de ochted komt.
Je bent mijn wereld
je bent mijn leven.
Ik aanbib u.
Ik houd van you  Meneer E.O.P!!!!
Dear love,
you are the star in my sky
you are my moon.
You are the joy that comes in the morning.
You are my world
you are my life.
I adore you.
I love you Mr.E.O.P!!!!

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When still a child
I learned that plantation colony was belonging 
to my father, the one who brought my mother 
from the Dutch East Indies,
and the one whom he loved full in rage.

I was a small Negro, beautiful, fat, and disabled,
helping her as far as the porch
along its edge where I now walk
what silence reigns among them!
I remember when slavery in Suriname was abolished
by the Netherlands in 1863, but my mother
was not fully released her love toward my father
until I grew as a star,
and  I remember, back there, in Paramaribo,

along the its outskirt where I now walk
what silence reigns among them!

Still I remember.