John Siregar

I lived in Amsterdam and Delft many years ago with winter around. I also spent some time in UK and Germany. Recently my beloved family Joyce and Theo sent me some pictures of Delft in winter time which was part of myself. They remind me some streets I passed by and the old buildings and the house I used to stay. I wished I could return to whisper Joyce a winter of myself-a winter of love.

I was writing this poem when I was again photographing the pictures into myself and said to me myself, when shall I return to see my beloved old days and old friends and could it be? Perhaps it can't but it can be with writing a piece of poem to my beloved friend Joyce who is still living in Delft. This poem is dedicated to both Joyce and Theo as my beloved friends.

This poem is written in Jakarta in my house, with all my mind and heart return to Delft, to the streets and old buildings in Delft.