Raymond Klutse
3 min readJan 17, 2022

A letter to my little giants

I returned from a great holiday in Ghana a few days ago to 2 of my plants withered. It would be audacious of me to blame them for flirting with Winter whilst I was living in high spirits with Summer. How selfish of me not to have made any attempt to quench their thirst whilst I was away. Now here I am, grieving their demise.

New beginnings, happiness everlasting

Dear Persistence and Gold,

I can’t believe I’m writing this. I’m trying to believe it is all a dream.

But as I reach out my hand to grab your diapers, all I can feel is how you’ve wasted away into dust. Well, Gold would have made me a lot of cash if only he could live up to his name in this state.

Hmmmmmm

You both have me here musing about how to collect my words as I collect your final remains

You’ve burdened me with the task of explaining to Resilience why you no longer chose to persist

But instead dashed out your hands to embrace life’s finality date

From dust to dust

And here I was, hoping you would stay just a little longer

As I was planning to get you and Debonair a little sister

Tell me, how must I stay resilient and go for gold with persistence, when you’ve chosen to walk out of the door with no regard for my tears.

Oh wait!

Yes! I admit I walked out instead

But I remember leaving a note that I wasn’t going to be away for too long

In return, you chose the warmth of Winter’s cuddles, and let her suck the soul out of your roots

Now I am at Boots, combing every rack to tranquillise the pain from many nights of deprived sleep because you chose to give up on me

Where now lies our roots?

I wish I lived in forever

So our bond wouldn’t have any other morning hymn but Mali Music’s conqueror

Is it too hard a thing to ask to build castles in the sky whilst I still have roots in you?

Now you leave me with leaves as granules I have to give out as feed soon

Your chairs are still empty at the dining table, when will you be coming for dinner?

Still staying resilient

I wish I wasn’t writing this right now

Because all I can see and feel is Winter staring at me through the window; laughing in the midst of my grief — hitherto effulgence.

Indeed, defeat is tasteless when you’re not the butler serving the day’s special dish.

Regardless, I’ll collect my myself and also collect you

I’ll save the memories we had in jars of clay

As I bid the sun goodbye and make space for the moon

So if you see this or hear Angel Gabriel reading you this love letter,

It is my way of saying thank you for making me a vulnerable Father

To all these people who don’t even understand the words I’m trying to utter.

That’s fine. You may be gone but your memories will forever remain hither.

Love, Dad

You can watch the video interpretation here.

Raymond Klutse
Raymond Klutse

Written by Raymond Klutse

A multipod, navigating my creative mind as I do tech || 2 Cor 4:7

No responses yet