Mother . . .
Mother my mother . . .
. . . and the night was awakening away from the light
. . . and a song was playing in my living room . . .
"What if . . ." (Coldplay)!
. . .and I looked at the portrait of you, my mother . . .
a tear is falling from my eye, . . . and what if I . . .
I can't buy you back . . . and that hurts!
Melancholy surrounds and fills me up with memories
of the past that is never coming back . . .
Sweet bitter memories that holds me back!
"Black night" . . . can't sleep
can't get back . . .
Only the memories of my childhood . . .
and when I grew up . . . when you where there!
and I am often thinking about you . . .
Sweet bitter memories . . .
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2006-10-09 at 14:14
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