Longing in advent

Wish i could

Touch you with my lips,

Instead of having

This endless taste of miss

Wish i could

Hear your voice,

Not ever wonder

What would be  your choice

Wish i could

Hold your hand,

Rather than feeling

That i wander in hell

Wish i could

Wash your feet,

Not wasting

My tears

Wish i could

Learn from you,

Not second thoughts

And reading with no clue

Wish i could

Wish i could

Jesus,

Wish i could.

Mom's Poem

I remember myself being a child
following you as a kite.
I remember your voice singing soft,
And watching you cooking plums.

I remember your venous hands
Knitting hugs and waving goodbyes.
I remember the movies that you taught me to love,
And dancing all the time.

I remember you driving
While poplars passed me by,
I remember the calmness with the wink of your eye
And your whistle with such a particular style.

These memories have built a place

Where I can always run when I need to feel safe

My starting point to anywhere:
My mother’s name.