My word for 2018:
My Choice

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Sunday, February 15, 2015


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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

Monday, February 02, 2015

Until death would part us

We were two individuals.

Rooted, confident, independent.
We kept approaching, 
approaching and approaching.
It took many ”first sights” 
before love came into the picture,
until eventually that day came 
when we allowed ourselves
the luxury of saying
”I love you”

We loved each other.
There was no doubt.
There was no doubt 
there was a future for us.
Together, we were so strong.
We were so together.
We were not ”I” and ”I” any more.
It would always be ”us” from now on.
Until death would part us.

Together, and between us, 
we created life.
Two beautiful children 
sprang from our love.
They flourished and grew
in age and wisdom.
How we loved them!
We kept them close 
so they could become
rooted, confident, independent.
How we loved them!
The fruits of our love.

We grew too, in age, 
and hopefully in wisdom.
We aged, and planned to 
continue to age 

Then the unthinkable day came.
we had to start grieving together.
So totally unthinkable.
Death did not yet part you and I,
but death parted us from 
our love son.
So unthinkable and so unbearable.

In the midst of all the unthinkable,
we were still together
to share that unbearable grief.
Together we managed to bear the unbearable
because we reminded eachother that he was loved.
Oh, so loved!

Our remaining love daughter,
with her own sibling grief, 
became our rock and support.

Two grandsons joined us.
Even before they arrived
they were the apple of our eyes.
How we loved them, 
our prides and joys.

Much too soon,
the next unthinkable day came.
I had to say goodbye to you,
the love of my life 
when death came barging in and said,
your contract is fulfilled,
I have to part you.
Again it was unthinkable and unbearable.
We had planned to grow old together!
But there is no arguing with death.

That afternoon 
you drew your last breath,
and then you were on the other side,
where I could not follow.
We, who for 34 years 
had been together through thick and thin,
were no longer together.

I am left here - alone.
Our love daughter 
with her own daddy grief,
is still my rock and support.
Oh, how we loved you,
and how I continue to love you!
Our grandsons are still my pride and joy.
How I love them!

But a large part of this grief is only mine.
You will forever remain 
in this torn apart heart of mine.

You, the love of my life.

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