Om
man skulle räkna
Vad
det är värt,
finns
det inget pris -
oersättligt
Gåvan
dom ger
inte
bara med
kalas
traditioner
och
böcker skrivna
som
arv
av
deras integritet.
Men
vad dom gör
på
en vanlig dag:
Älskar
sina barnbarn
med
ett oväntat besök,
eller
bakar kakor
kanske
fiskar en hel dag,
med
bara lite råd, men alla fiskarna
Det
är jag som också fick
denna
oförtjänt gåva
Vem
JAG är, är föratt
Dom
är
Vårldens
bästa föräldrar.
Written for dVerse's poetics challenge: write a poem in another language. Those who know me can guess what language. Those new to Life is Good, it's in the footnotes.
************************
If
one were to count
What
it's worth
There
is no total
Priceless
The
gift they give
Not
just with parties
traditions
and
books written
as
a legacy
of
their integrity
But
what they do
on
a normal day:
love
their grand kids
with
an unexpected visit
or
baking cookies
maybe
fishing all day,
with
just a little advice, but all the fish
I'm
also the one who got
This
undeserved gift
Who
I am, is because
They
are
The
world's best parents.
*********
I love
writing poetry, and have reams of it since childhood, but I've never
written one in Swedish before.
The
topic came easily. This week we attended my parents' traditional
“take down the Christmas tree” party (yes, very late, due to
illness) and it was just such a wonderful time, and great reminder of
how blessed I am. My Dad is writing another book (I've now
officially lost count of how many he's published...) as a legacy of
his life, for his kids, grand kids, and perhaps other immigrants to
be inspired to remember their homeland and pass on the legacy of
foreign traditions.
As
to the last line? One of the activities at the party was some
Swedish lessons. He sent the boys home with this phrase for their
dad:
Du
är vårldens bästa pappa.
