Julia Vrooman
By: Brittany J. Evans
I breathe my last breath as a Vrooman
I hold tight to my life
The reflection of my work flashes white before my closed eyes
God’s luck struck me well from birth
Cradling me, protecting me, shielding me
I fought the veil and saw the world for what it is
Cold, angry, bloody, hopeful, full of potential
So many black and gray tones
How can I be so lucky and not give back to the world?
Can the world not hear the sad song of sorrow?
How can I be indifferent?
Can the world not hear anything but the sweet sound of victory?
How can I help?
Can I help the world?
I married my love, oh sweet Carl
Who would have thought that 85 years later
I have found no other to compare
His work in the field over shadowed my own
His passion nearly match the fire that
I myself had singing inside
Europe became at our command
Our travels exposed the far corners of the world to us
No children, I will never regret
The war rolled around and peace seemed further away
He preached a message of agriculture and conservation
Of victory
Of individualistic sustainability
Of Selflessness, of action
My own melody of peace was underscored by sweet
Harmonies of hope and tones of love
Together, we inspired
Agents of Peace
We are just two in a world movement
We are just two souls harmonizing
Lo! We were just two
Now I am one
15 years on my own
God has helped my soul,
Soon I shall attend to him
My breath is nearly out
My life if nearly done
My chest rising and falling in such a slow rhythm
The rhythm of peace will beat ever slowly on
Now there is just one less instrument.