Mother

Datt í hug að byrja á að deila mínum fyrstu skrifum hér á blogginu í tilefni þess hvað það er fallegur laugardagur. Deginum verður hins vegar varið innan dyra í ritgerðarskrif.
Þetta er ljóð sem ég hef gengið með í kollinum lengi og tileinkað einni mikilvægustu fyrirmynd í mínu lífi. Ljóðið er á ensku og kallast Mother.

So quick to judge

So fast to jump.

Jump to conclusion

so quick to blame

Blame it all on you.

But my heart and I

we were hurt.

Quietly

so quietly that I did not see

you trailed behind me

picking up the pieces

trying to puzzle them back

back into my chest.

but they would not fit

they couldn´t fit

I know that now.

That nobody could fix me

but myself.

Still you tried

still you loved me

when love was not what I deserved

Still you kept on going

even when I threw rocks of ugly words
your way

Still you were there

always waiting

waiting for me to come back.

I was so blind

I didn´t see

your kind heart.

 That, quietly

with so much care:

you love me.

You love me.

And step by step

little by little

I finally made my way back.
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