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I keep our memories
like pebbles in my pocket
smooth and round
they roll easily between my fingers
one by one I bring them out and
nestle them in the palm of my hand and
I hold them up for the sun to shine on them
each one is a precious jewel
each one cracks an opening in the darkness
when it reflects the light of our shared journey
Jeg tar vare på minnene
som småstein i lomma
runde og glatte
ruller de lett mellom fingrene mine
en etter en tar jeg dem fram
holder dem forsiktig i hånda
løfter dem opp så sola kan skinne på dem
hver og en er en verdifull juvel
hver og en lager en sprekk i mørket
når den reflekterer lyset fra vår reise sammen
© Inger-Marie Sæverud
© Inger-Marie Sæverud
2 comments:
I find your analogy between the stones and the memories apt. I too have a basket of stones on my night stand.
Beautiful words and of course the pebbles took us to our own memories
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