You sit in your her lap,
she asks you to repeat
what you recently have learnt to say.
“I love mom
mom loves me
we love eashodder!”
We weep bitterly as you,
still sweet but now tall,
place the banner
“Sweet dreams, daddy”.
I wish I would have helped you,
but I didn’t.
Today, three months after your father,
you too took the liberty of drifting away
on our river of tears,
leaving your sick mother and tormented
brother in excruciating pain.
Safe journey dear cousin. Sweet dreams
dearest prince.
Kalle Karlsson, 1993–2012
