Mama only takes

care of herself now, lonely --


without visitors.


Mama zorgt alleenMama kümmert sich
nog maar voor zichzelf, eenzaam --nur noch um sich selbst, einsam --

zonder bezoekers.ohne Besucher.

Poem S3145
Amsterdam, 2026-05-07
Moeder (Karel Jonckheere) - 1973
Poem "Moeder", from the collection "Poëtische inventaris"
Collection: Silent walk
Tribute to: Jonckheere, Karel 
 

I sleep too little,

but too much during the hours --


that my child is awake.


Ik slaap te weinig,Ich schlafe wenig,
maar te veel in de uren --aber tatsächlich zu viel --

dat mijn kind op is.wenn mein Kind wach ist.

Poem S3133
Amsterdam, 2026-04-27
Night guide (Marjolijn van Heemstra) - 2025
Novel "Nachtgids", paragraph 4
Collection: Rasping ants
Tribute to: Van Heemstra, Marjolijn 
 

Zywa Little Buster

I never knew it
would be this way
with children, all well and good
but I just can't have a rest

and my husband only half
participates, he gives flowers
on Valentine's Day, so
I need a little help
and take another one
of those pills from the drawer

That's my little buster
it helps me
on a busy day

I order another portion
so I can have two now
The house is a mess
and dinner isn't ready yet
but with my little buster
I can manage

It's not easy
to be a happy family
Tomorrow will be the same, but
with my little buster, I can manage

Poem 5898
Amsterdam, 2026-02-17
Mother's Little Helper (Mick Jagger and Keith Richards) - 1966
Song (The Rolling Stones), album "Aftermath"
Collection: Pending rain
Tribute to: The Rolling Stones 
 

After giving birth,

she wants to hear that her child --


is the loveliest.


Na de bevallingNach der Geburt will
wil ze horen dat haar kind --sie hören, dass ihr Baby --

het mooiste kind is.das schönste Kind ist.

Poem H6073
Amsterdam, 2026-01-29
My struggle 2. A Man in Love (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 2009
Autobiographical novel "Min Kamp. Andre bok", part 3 - January 31st, 2004, Stockholm
Collection: Leaving
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

Zywa Your armchair

I talk aloud as if you
were still listening, as in
my memories of you

walking beside me, or
sitting in your armchair
which is still there

But to see you clearly or
hear you say something back
I have to press my thoughts

really hard together
with my longing for you
and even then, it's my

voice you lend
to make an echo
of your words sound

so that I know that you see me
and can hear that you agree
with the things I do

Poem 5760
Amsterdam, 2025-12-15
Six poems by Frida Vogels
December 16th, 1965 - Is this okay with you? - I'm asking you now
December 23rd, 1965
- I wanted to talk to you
March 13th, 1967
- You're not here anymore, not for al long time
April 7th, 1967
- You speak to me
July 9th, 1967
- 'Speak, tell me more'
June 7th, 1972
- That chair opposite you

Collection: Between us
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

Zywa Attention

From now on, I am Mama
just as Mama always
will be my Mama

and as many women are
suddenly letting on that they are
But not of my child

And not with my discomforts
which they can't alleviate
with their wise prospects

I listen to my child
He teaches me baby talk
and what it means

to be Mama from now on
never just myself again
always with attention

for him, motherly love
is, throughout life, so much more
than worry and care

Poem 5665
Amsterdam, 2025-09-24
Collection: The Big Secret
Dedicated to: Else S 
 

The chair, Mama is

no longer in it, watching --


what I am doing.


Mama zit niet meerMama sitzt nicht mehr
op haar stoel en kijkt niet meer --im Sessel, schaut mir nicht mehr --

hoe ik bezig ben.zu, was ich tue.

Poem H5872
Amsterdam, 2025-08-24
The chair opposite you (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "Die stoel tegenover je", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part XI [Deceased]), and in "Diary 1972-1973" (2012) - June 7th, 1972, Bologna
Collection: Overwritten
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

My mother: no wise

lessons and no great deeds, but --


always attentive.


Mama: geen wijzeMama: weder Weis-
lessen of grote daden --heit noch große Taten, doch --

maar altijd aandacht.immer aufmerksam.

Poem H5730
Amsterdam, 2025-07-24
You left nothing behind - a memory (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "Jij liet niets achter - een herinnering", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part V [Mother], and in "Diary 1962-1963" (2007) - February 2nd, 1963, Bologna
Collection: Beyond the Cape
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

Mother growls and grunts

before finally spitting --


out clouds of magma.


Moeder gromt en bromtMutter knurrt und grunzt
heel lang voor ze eindelijk --lange, bevor sie schließlich --

haar magma uitspuwt.ihr Magma ausspuckt.

Poem S2702
Amsterdam, 2025-06-08
Weight: The Myth of Atlas and Heracles (Jeanette Winterson) - 2005
Myth Retelling, chapter Weight of the world
Collection: May the Might
Tribute to: Winterson, Jeanette 
 

Mama's eyes are strong

arms around me, I think she --


must be a fairy.


Mama's ogen zijnMamas Augen sind
sterke armen om mij heen --sehr starke Arme um mich --

Zou ze een fee zijn?Ist sie eine Fee?

Poem H5507
Amsterdam, 2025-05-25
With a photo of Lotte and Michi taken during a video call (September 18th, 2016, Grossdietwil)

Lotte and Michi

Collection: It takes a lot of tries to make a début
Dedicated to: Lotte W 
 

Every now and then,

our mothers need to have the --


house all to themselves.


Van oudsher moetenMütter müssen das
moeders het huis op zijn tijd --Haus von Zeit zu Zeit für sich --

voor zichzelf hebben.alleine haben.

Poem H5360
Amsterdam, 2025-04-09
The darkness that separates us (Renate Dorrestein) - 2003
Novel "Het duister dat ons scheidt", part 1, 'Zes' ('Six' years old), chapter 'B is een brandnetel' ('B is a brandnetel [stinging nettle]')
Collection: It takes a lot of tries to make a début
Tribute to: Dorrestein, Renate 
 

Mama's don't believe

you, yeah yeah, they often say --


but in the meantime!


Mama's gelovenMütter glauben dir
je niet, jaja, zeggen ze --nicht, ja, sagen sie, aber --

maar ondertussen!in der Zwischenzeit!

Poem H5365
Amsterdam, 2025-04-09
The darkness that separates us (Renate Dorrestein) - 2003
Novel "Het duister dat ons scheidt", part 1, 'Zes' ('Six' years old), chapter 'C is een crisis' ('C is a crisis')
Collection: It takes a lot of tries to make a début
Tribute to: Dorrestein, Renate 
 

Mother holds it all

in place, she embraces me --


with her tentacles.


Moeder houdt allesMutter hält alles
op zijn plaats, ze omarmt me --am Platz, sie umarmt mich mit --

met haar tentakels.ihren Tentakeln.

Poem S2630
Amsterdam, 2025-04-06
Wicked mothers (Renate Dorrestein) - 1992
Novel "Ontaarde moeders" ("Unnatural mothers", translation 1994: "Wicked Mothers"), chapter 4, 'Veilig bij Moeder op schoot' ('Safe on Mother's lap')
Collection: Lack
Tribute to: Dorrestein, Renate 
 

Barefoot, my mother

squats next to me in the grass --


very intimate.


Op blote voetenMeine Mutter hockt
hurkt mijn moeder in het gras --barfuß neben mir im Gras --

heel intiem naast mij.ganz intim nahe.

Poem H4372
Amsterdam, 2023-12-17
Perfect silence (Thomas Verbogt) - 2011
Novel "Perfecte stilte", chapter Summertime
Collection: The sweet curve
Tribute to: Verbogt, Thomas 
 

She is unswerving,

imperious: a fortress --


may not move, never.


Ze is onwrikbaar,Unerschütterlich
ze is de baas: een vesting --ist sie: eine Festung darf --

mag niet bewegen.sich nicht bewegen.

Poem S2010
Amsterdam, 2023-11-24
Midnight's Children (Salman Rushdie) - 1981
Novel, chapter 1-3 "Hit-the-spittoon"
Collection: Shadows
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

Mother just lies there.

Mama, do you hear me, please --


Mama, please wake up!


Mama ligt daar maar.Mutter liegt nur da.
Mama, hoor je me, mama --Mama, hörst du mich, Mama --

word toch eens wakker!bitte, wach doch auf!

Poem H4285
Amsterdam, 2023-11-15
aunt Gerty, sister Kamfer, aunt Trui - 1 (Ronelda Kamfer) - 2016
Poem "antie Gerty, suster Kamfer, antie Trui" - 1 (collection "Hammie")
Collection: Home sea
Tribute to: Kamfer, Ronelda 
 

Zywa I just should

Mama is angry, she's letting me
I just should
be big enough
Her mummy time is over

since the divorce
No new beginning yet
I just should
be kind to her

indulge her and help her
until it's getting better
I just should
not mind the voices

that spit at me
with swear words
and cover my thoughts
I just should

listen to her and see
how I get rid of it
Is there anyone
who is not deaf to me?

I just should fix it myself
and if I can do that, mama
you can succeed as well
in being my mama again

Poem 5126
Amsterdam, 2023-04-09
Mama / Even at 21 (Honey Love) - 2023
On AllPoetry.com:
"[ Mama ]", February 2020
"Mama", May 2021
"Even at 21", February 27th, 2023

Collection: Bruises
Dedicated to: Siera Mayhew 
 

Through her we became

the multitude of women --


which is a mother.


Door haar werden wijDurch sie wurden wir
de menigte van vrouwen --zur Menge der Frauen, die --

die een moeder is.eine Mutter ist.

Poem H3760
Amsterdam, 2023-03-21
A multitude (Anna Enquist) - 2004
Poem "Een menigte" (collection "De tussentijd", in memory of her daughter Margit (1974-2001))
Collection: Stall
Tribute to: Enquist, Anna 
 

I love mama, here,

in this old photo before --


she became mama.


Ik hou van mamaIch liebe Mama
op deze foto voordat --auf diesem Foto, bevor --

ze mijn mama werd.sie Mama wurde.

Poem H3536
Amsterdam, 2022-10-27
Collection: Take a picture, now
 

Mama is lonely,

she says, and that's how it is --


She has self-knowledge.


Mama is eenzaam,Mama ist einsam,
zegt ze, en dat is ook zo --sagt sie, und so ist es auch --

Ze heeft zelfkennis.Sie hat Selbstkenntnis.

Poem S1498
Scheveningen, 2022-09-02
A pleasant postumity: letters 1965-1997 (Herman de Coninck) - 1980
Letter 24, from Herman de Coninck to Magda De Coninck, February 8th, 1980 (in "Een aangename postumiteit: brieven 1965-1997"); published in 2004
Collection: Shortages
Tribute to: De Coninck, Herman 
 

Her question is quite

difficult: can you forgive --


what your mother did?


Een moeilijke vraagEine schwierige
stelt ze: kun je vergeven --Frage: kannst du vergeben --

wat je moeder wou?was Mutter wollte?

Poem S1459
Amsterdam, 2022-07-09
Like it or not - Faxing to Ger #4 (Nicolien Mizee) - 2021
Diary-novel "Hoog en laag springen - Faxen aan Ger #4"
Collection: In the shadow
Tribute to: Mizee, Nicolien 
 

Mothers are happy

to live worriedly the lives --


of their family.


Als moeder wil jeAls Mutter willst du
bezorgd de levens leven --besorgt die Leben leben --

van je kinderen.von deinen Kindern.

Poem H3271
Amsterdam, 2022-04-11
Monterosso mon amour (Ilja Leonard Pfeijffer) - 2022
Novella
Collection: Palace of the night
Tribute to: Pfeijffer, Ilja Leonard 
 

It is the orbits

of others that give away --


where Mummy is now.


De omloopbanenDie Umlaufbahnen
van anderen verraden --anderer verraten mir --

waar mama nu is.wo Mama jetzt ist.

Poem H2824
Amsterdam, 2020-11-13
Circumstances (Koos van Zomeren) - 2020
Novel "Omstandigheden", page 179
Collection: Actively Passive
Tribute to: Van Zomeren, Koos 
 

My mother was nice

she was, although not always --


no, not when she cried.


Een fijne moederSie war toll, meine
was ze, maar ook wel eens niet --Mutter, aber nicht immer --

wanneer ze huilde.nicht wenn sie weinte.

Poem H2707
Amsterdam, 2020-05-17
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (James Joyce) - 1914
Novel
Collection: Em Brace
Tribute to: Joyce, James 
 

Zywa Not a mother

Lost what does not exist
maybe myself, alone
between nothing, no before, no after

Just my sweetheart, and the thought
that he may be enough, but
how, however sweet

he is, not a father
showing my happiness
to my mother

who died prematurely, or not
now this won't happen –
a future lost

to another future
that I am sadly afraid of
at most, it can drown

in sorrow for the sorrow
that drowns me, lost
in the flow of time

Poem 2972
Amsterdam, 2020-05-13
Collection: Greeting from before
 

My crush gave me love,

which still gives me so much more:


my motherly love.


Mijn verliefdheid gafVerliebtheit gab mir
me liefde, die nog meer geeft:Liebe, die mir noch mehr gibt:

mijn moederliefde.die Mutterliebe.

Poem H2637
Amsterdam, 2019-11-29
Collection: More
 

The child whips me up,

locks me in, eats and drinks me --


I'm quiet and slow.


Het kind geselt me,Das Kind geißelt mich,
sluit me op, eet en drinkt me --schließt mich ein, isst und trinkt mich --

Ik word stil en traag.Ich bin still, langsam.

Poem H2571
Amsterdam, 2019-09-29
The woman - Like a cornette, a nun cap on my head (Liesbeth Lagemaat) - 2015
Poem "De vrouw - Als een kabots, een nonnenkap op mijn kop" (collection "Nachtopera")
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 2010-2019
Tribute to: Lagemaat, Liesbeth 
 

I still think of her,

in vain, she died:: petrified --


is my motherhood.


Ik denk nog aan haar,Ich denke an sie,
vergeefs, ze is dood: versteend --nur, sie ist tot: versteinert --

is mijn moederschap.bin ich, als Mutter.

Poem H2346
Amsterdam, 2019-01-10
Pregnant (Anna Enquist) - 2004
Poem "Zwanger" (collection "De tussentijd")
Collection: Blankets of snow
Tribute to: Enquist, Anna 
 

Shall we turn off here

for a visit to mama --


to give her a kiss?


Zullen we evenSollen wir auch zu
afslaan en langs mama gaan:Mama gehen und ihr mal --

een kusje geven?einen Kuss geben?

Poem H2179
Amsterdam, 2018-06-17
Collection: Dearme
 

Mama certainly

would never talk motherly!


She understands me.


Mama zou zekerMütterlich würde
nooit moederlijk praten, want --Mama bestimmt nie sprechen!

zij begrijpt me wel.Sie versteht mich doch.

Poem H1911
Amsterdam, 2017-12-17
Diary 1972-1973 (Frida Vogels) - 2012
"Dagboek 1972-1973" - December 31st, 1972, San Severo
Collection: Overwritten
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

Mothers hanging from

the balconies like planters:


Dinner is ready!


Moeders hangen alsMütter hängen wie
bloembakken aan het balkon:Blumenkästen vom Balkon:

Het eten is klaar!Essen ist fertig!

Poem S0572
Amsterdam, 2017-11-26
in Wijk - 1 (Jonathan Griffioen) - 2015
Poem - Wijk aan Zee, North Holland
Collection: VacantVoid
Tribute to: Griffioen, Jonathan 
 

Zywa Dark moon

Even when I cannot see them
there are ships in the bend
of the river, which keeps flowing and flowing

I'm thinking of your friends, the people
you talk to and eat with, and how
you're laughing and laughing together

The alarm sounds – nothing wrong
it's twelve o'clock, the monthly test
There is no news on the radio, no news

At night you came and woke me up:
mummy, I slept so well!
Hmm, fine, come and lie with me, lie with me

Whisper the two things I want to know:
what do you give to the ones you care about
and what else are your wishes, your dearest wishes?

In the east, the moon rises
dark in the shadow
of the earth, which starts to shine and shine

Poem 1511
Amsterdam, 2017-08-17
Collection: Moons
 

Zywa We're having a good time

Mama
what I tell you
what I don't tell anyone else

what has happened
what cannot be explained
what we better leave as it is

I have no idea
how it can be otherwise
whether it should be otherwise

mama
we're having a good time
we can talk, talk

about something else
polish our words
let them glide lightly

along the scraping walls
around the discomfort
listening half

inventing the rest ourselves
then it will go
isn't that how it goes?

Those secrets, mama
we don't need to know them
out loud, you know

I miss the long walks
the long evenings together
the boredom of before

Poem 1157
Amsterdam, 2017-03-08
Collection: Pending rain
 

Zywa Matryoshka

Been enough madam big belly
in comfortable harem pants
Now I become a spiritual
matryoshka, I blow myself up:

my child (the little parasite
which I, in a wide-leg squat
hoopla, pulled into my arms)
grows, crawls and tries to walk
further and further away from me
but I will not allow it to escape

all my life I will extend
my most sensitive nerves
straight from my mother heart
to embrace all
of his world forever

Poem 1139
Amsterdam, 2017-03-06
Collection: BloodTrunk 
 

Zywa Breathing together

The sweetest words I invented
were for daddy, they beat in my heart
but now they are for you

Now everything is different
now I know I'm only
now an adult

My brain is converted
and it knows it
my breasts are different

and my arms will be clumsily
empty awaiting you
when you are elsewhere

I am happy and will be
if you are, we breathe
together forever

Poem 947
Amsterdam, 2017-01-11
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly
Dedicated to: Karin J J 
 

My mother's necklace,

her voice and her lap, my home --


my warm swelling sea.


Mama's halsketting,Mamas Halskette
haar stem en haar schoot, mijn thuis --und ihr Schoß, mein Zuhause --

mijn deinende zee.mein wogendes Meer.

Poem H0808
Amsterdam, 2014-02-25
Mother (M. Vasalis) - 1954
Poem "Moeder" (collection "Vergezichten en gezichten")
Collection: Home sea
Tribute to: Vasalis, M. 
 

My daughters, laughing

like my mother laughed, direct --


all my caresses.


Mijn dochters lachenMeine Töchter, die
mijn moeders lach, regelen --wie meine Mutter lachen --

mijn liefkozingen.leiten mein Streicheln.

Poem H0733
Amsterdam, 2014-02-04
What Leda didn't think of it (Paul Éluard) - 1949
Poem "Ce que n'en pensa pas Léda" (collection "Léda")
Collection: Stream
Tribute to: Éluard, Paul 
 

Baby at her breast:

the mother beams divinely --


with her human child.


Baby aan haar borst:Baby an der Brust:
de moeder straalt goddelijk --die Mutter strahlt göttlich mit --

met haar mensenkind.dem menschlichen Kind.

Poem H0528
Amsterdam, 2013-08-04
Collection: Stream
 

Mum pays attention

and knows what I am doing --


She can borrow eyes.


Mama ziet allesMama sieht alles
wat ik doe, ze let op mij --was ich tue, sie passt auf --

en leent soms ogen.oder leiht Augen.

Poem H0248
Amsterdam, 2012-03-27
Collection: The Big Secret
 

The mother juggles

with her baby and her purse:


my street theatre.


De moeder jongleertDie Mutter jongliert
met haar baby en haar tas:mit Baby und Handtasche:

mijn straattheater.Straßentheater.

Poem H0134
Amsterdam, 2012-01-13
Collection: Changing Times
 

She sighs, her body's

becoming mama, it's hard:


love every day.


Ze zucht, haar lichaamSie seufzt, ihr Körper
wordt mama, het valt niet mee:wird Mama, es ist gar schwer:

elke dag liefde.jeden Tag Liebe.

Poem H0010
Amsterdam, 2011-11-18
Collection: Bruises
 

 

 
Woman with cradle
Delft, 1970-12-29
Polystyrene
Collection: Pencil 
 

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