In Amsterdam

By: Hayet Ben Bada

In Amsterdam, we used to write down,

Our whispers and dreams by the dawn

Just like we were in Heaven

Just like we were seven

Just like children listening to Anne Frank at that time

Reciting her diaries

Will you remember Amsterdam’s memories ?

The dances of snow, of light to the songs of rain

Will you remember again 

The rainbow colours of that beautiful Amsterdam ?

When I don’t remember maybe who I am

When only the nights of Amsterdam

Stay  younger, younger…

And we go older, older…

Will you still answer my call when I give an order ?

Will you hold me when I am older ?

Having a misty memory in my brain

Will you ? will you hold my pain ?

When I am five  years old again

When I am hairless,

When I am homeless

When I am stateless

Having only you as a home and state

Will you still hold my little heart

Will you still wait

For me when I am late ?

When I am only five years old again

When I am only tears and pain

When my hippocampus  misspells your name

Will you still be the same ?

Will you be sad because I no more can hold you in my arms, honey

Because I have Myopathy, Myasthenia Gravis,

For instance, Osteomalacia,

Osteoporosis, Weakness, Parkinson ‘s disease or any

Will you ? Will you still love to live with me ?

Just like our forties, thirties, just like our twenties

When I am again five, four or even three

Will you still help me escape my fears

Will you still raise your hands to dry my tears ?

Will you still be that faithful lover and friend ?

Will I find you and your hug in the end ?

Just like the beginning, just like we  just married

Or you will be waiting when I am buried

Will I still be your wonderful season ?

Or you will leave me for any reason