The house is sleaping now.
Our dear old Britta, our nextdoor neighbour
knocked at our door in the morning.
She had a little something for Noak
who turned two years old today...
He greated her by dancing around.
She said; this is probobly the last time
I will congratulate him.
Maybe that is so.
I remember when Noak was newborn
and Britta sat in our kitchen
holding Noak saying;
imagine when you are that big
that you can come running into me!
She was ninetytwo years young then
Now she has gotten old, our dear Britta.
Noak loves her and has his tour around her home
-things he always wants to do when he runs in there.
First he always takes her hand at the door and bows.
It is beautiful to see how these two have found eachother
at the door of life.
One just entered.
One will soon leave.
knocked at our door in the morning.
She had a little something for Noak
who turned two years old today...
He greated her by dancing around.
She said; this is probobly the last time
I will congratulate him.
Maybe that is so.
I remember when Noak was newborn
and Britta sat in our kitchen
holding Noak saying;
imagine when you are that big
that you can come running into me!
She was ninetytwo years young then
Now she has gotten old, our dear Britta.
Noak loves her and has his tour around her home
-things he always wants to do when he runs in there.
First he always takes her hand at the door and bows.
It is beautiful to see how these two have found eachother
at the door of life.
One just entered.
One will soon leave.
6 comments:
Beautiful.
Oh! That's beautiful Olga!
its the wonderful virginal curiousity of a life that starts walking and the smiling serenity of a life that slows down and your picture of the two meeting at the gate is so beautiful. :)
Thanks so much all of you!
Happy birthday to that beautiful boy--and to Brita, i wish all her dreams and that she stays as long as she likes here; she must be full of stories.
living poetry
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