With my Holland/Inda trip now completed, I would like to close with the poem, “Holland”. The poem, “Mayapura,” is already done.
Dad and Mom used to talk about endless canals
Of tulips, flat terrain, bicycles, and windmills
That became a big part of their personal annals
From days of somber skies, weather with bone chills
My visit to the Netherlands confirmed all
Photos of family from the period pre-to-post war
Were flashing in my head as was the spo