I write poems. Sometimes It's about my own feelings, sometimes I just make them up.
They are mostly in swedish, maybe I have one or two in english, I don't know. They are probably not good anyway so it's no idea to write them here. Maybe I write one someday.
I know i'm good at it, when people read them they get very touched and thinks it's really good.
It makes me feel good, just for a moment. But that moment feels really good.
I wrote one for my beloved grandmothers funeral last year, it was real and it was good.
Sometimes it makes me cry, sometimes it feels good to read it. It's a comfort, like a shoulder to cry on. Everytime I read it it's like a flashback, I can see over and over again how I stand there, in front of the microfon, looking at my family crying their eyes out.
I can feel my dad's arms around me holding me up, I'm shaking. It's like it is an earthquake in my body. If I went up there all by myself, I swear that I would fall apart. If my dad weren'nt there I would fall apart. He is my mountain, now and always. Even though he's just a human, he needs a mountain too. I try to be his mountain sometimes, I hope he feels that, that I'm he's mountain.
I know my grandmother would love the poem that I wrote just for her, she was my best friend and I wrote about me and her, our love to eachother and our love to Elvis Presley, the king of rock 'n' roll.
I know that she saw me, reading it to her. She saw me, shaking and crying reading that note of love, to her. And I think she smiled at me, up there in the heaven, and maybe she cried a little. We will never know.
But one thing I do know, that is that she don't want me and daddy to be sad. She said that to me when she haunted my dreams. I did'nt wan't to wake up that night, because I miss her so much. I did'nt want that dream to end, i want it to continue, forever.
It is almost a year since she left and flew up to heaven. the 25th March it is a year ago, that my own angel went through the light.
I miss you. <3
