måndag 22 december 2008

Crumbs

I found an old poem yesterday that I had written about a year ago on christmas eve:

No more until the new year,
you said

I wait,
patiently
endlessly
every day

like a starved sparrow
I live, nurtured only by
the small crumbs of love
left on my wooden table

I sit here, watching closely
as the sun rises and sets
how the morning slowly fades
to night and how my crumbs
bit by bit are disappearing.

7 kommentarer:

L. sa...

Oh, Ida, this is so lovely. "Small crumbs of love..." Beautiful and sad.

Anonym sa...

Jättevackert, särskilt början var underbar!

Anonym sa...

Krya på dig och god jul! :)

pierangela sa...

Buon Natale by pierangela.
skaili lapphund from jokkmokk

L. sa...

I know I already left a comment here, but I have been thinking about this poem all day. Sometimes all someone can offer are small crumbs of love...I know I always feel that I need so much more...You wrote this so well.

Suzanne Rowley sa...

This is beautiful Ida.

? sa...

Its so lovely