MIN MOR ÄR MED MIG

Min Mor Är Med Mig

My Mother is With Me

We tried and failed 

To come Sweden

Many years ago.

I failed to attend 

Carlson/Karlsson 

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