me – PICS & POETRY

Writing for me

writing for me
is a joyful walkabout
in my mind

once upon the time

I was topped with this gem

now grounded well enough

I love my dresses my mother made to me when I was a child. I have saved them dearly. They are so well and neat done.

My mother also sewed dresses to the princesses of Sweden because she was so particular when sewing. The princesses are our King’s sisters.

hon hade en dröm

iklädd blommor

och söta rynkor

She had a dream – dressed in flowers – and cute wrinkles.

I decided – to check in forever – into myself.

I can see the light –
right in front of me –
with burden on shoulder.

Oh dear stones – one for each place I lived – saved in heart.

Listening and hear – but going on doing my own way – the crazy art whisperer.

All in pieces – carried around in every step – my humble story.

Tough in reason – though emotions take the easy way – rough as rocks.

Reading the writing – a key to thoughts in mind – the smiling heart.