Saturday, July 20, 2013


Min Mor Är Med Mig
My Mother is With Me

We tried and failed 
To come Sweden
Many years ago.

I failed to attend 
Family reunions in MN.

My first trip to Sweden,
I failed to bring her ashes
To lay to rest in Tösse.

This year, on  the path
I failed to complete,
Min mor är med mig.

She birthed me in 1944;
She daily births me;
She shows the direction.

Although I wish she were
Actually here, I see and hear
Her in the relatives I meet.

I see her reflection
In air and water,
In clouds and trees,

In people and interactions,
In each sensory moment,
But, most of all, i mig.

Ann Beth Blake
(c) July 19, 2013

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