“You aren’t much
If you aren’t Dutch”

I know that sounds absurd,
But it is what I often heard.

Therefore I liked it very much,
And was happy to be Dutch.

I always believed if everyone kept his born identity
There could be more world harmony.

While being able with a permit to live everywhere,
As long as you lived by the rules over there.

Then everyone would soon understand and learn,
If you messed up you could not return.

Because by ignoring the laws of that nation ,
You would face permanent deportation.

I lived in this land by its laws
And kept a record without flaws.

And I liked it very much,
Living in America while being Dutch.

My first Dutch passport was in my Keijsers maiden name
Listed as married to Temmink when to America we came.

The immigration officer in New York did not have to think hard
Since being married, he entered the name Temmink on my green card.

And Temmink it remained from then on,
Even after my first husband was gone.

When I married Frans we agreed,
For me to change my name there was no need.

I tried Zumba with zest,
But it was to painful for my radiated breast.

But what the heck
I can walk daily on deck.

My dining table partners are fine,
I can write, rhyme and pay bills on line.

500 minutes free internet till Singapore,
But I an sure I will use a lot more.

The first day I felt a bit uneasy,
As my stomach was a bit queasy

There are no interruptions while I write,
While I enjoy from my balcony this beautiful sight

A surprise disc in my computer case,
Brought tears down my face.

As family and friends let me know,
They love me and are happy I am on the go.

The food is superb Activities galore,
A reason to cruise a lot more.

Elegant ship and friendly staff,
What more to enjoy could I have.

First gala evening since Frans is gone,
During which they played our favored song.

I am not alone cruising the barrier reef,
He is with me I truly believe.