My word for 2017:
More

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Memories

Norsk tekst under bildet
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


2 comments:

Jackietee said...

I find your analogy between the stones and the memories apt. I too have a basket of stones on my night stand.

Dianne Masri said...

Beautiful words and of course the pebbles took us to our own memories