mandag 1. april 2013

An angel's dad

Translation of the poem 'Englepappa', which is the first poem I published on this blog.




I was a dad
I am a dad
Am
still
To an angel
a little seed
blown away by the wind
Disappeared
but near me still
In every heartbeat
In every breath of air
In every step, every move
I can never let go,
neither I want to
And one day
I will carry my angel
on my shoulders
Be a dad – as it’s meant  to be

1 kommentar:

  1. Nydeleg og sterkt .. også på engelsk!
    Lukke til med fødsel og fin april til deg og dine :-)

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