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Journal for sale;
belonged to our grandfather.
He bought it after the war,
sat in front of it
every day with a pen,
and never wrote a word.
Dikter om ämnet: grandfather
Dikter om ämnet ”grandfather” på Poets.by.
With Love Still 1
can i even begin
now at this time
when the time is gone and past
behind blue line?
after times and eternities
of changing and changes
in between/
and yes you said so too
and worry/
only now i have symbol of life
and of the sea
blue green
mother of pearl
with me/
my grandmother is sorry
and talks of you still
My Grandfather
Grandfather, Grandfather
Where are you?
Come to me
Tell stories to me,
Where are you lost?
Come to me
Return to me,
Come, come to me.
I don't want
To be star forever,
Come, come to me.
Grandfather, Grandfather
Are you that blue star or that red one?
Where are you lost again?
Come, return to me.
Where are you gone?
Freedom
I was a small child
when a bird flew into our house —
I caught it.
It was tweeting and tweeting
trying to flee.
‘Free it’, my grandfather said.
‘No’, I replied, ‘it is singing.
Let’s keep it in a cage’.
‘It is crying’, he said.
‘Birds sing only in the forest;
in the cage, they just cry.’
He opened the window.
I let the bird go.