My Easter

Photo: Tibu Borgstén

A hit on my face

flowers running on the graves

awakening with the sun.

The old table standing - with me

when all my darlings hassles around

and I feel like - crying.

Later

a wonderful wine

with a wonderful piece of Art

an old-fashioned Man and

the moments to Flow.

The moments to Love and

the moments to Sleep Safe.

Whats wrong..

With me - I ask myself.

When it all gets too beautiful

and I fall into pieces?

Whats wrong..

and I don´t find the words

to baste your heart

so you could be the one

for me.

I go.

I walk around in the house

like in the forests far away.

I kindle fires - and sit

with my dog watching the fireplace

for hours..

And I feel like - crying.

At my Father´s Mothers door.

97 years - of love and wisdom

what a Lady!

Need to just carry on.

A evening at the movie - Moonlight.

Thankful for friends.

At home again.

And I feel like - crying.

I am lost.

The old table standing - with me.

Some Easter flowers are singing

and my dog is sleeping..