No. 3: Fly little girl, fly
A day old,
the girl is taken by air to Stockholm.
Carried in a baby bag.
A nurse is flying there with her.
The mother and the father
goes home from the hospital.
Without the girl.
It will take until October
before she comes home
to her parents
for the first time.
She gets a golden heart in memory of that day.
The date is engraved.
October 23, 1965.
She is three and a half months old.
The next day she gets a fever and a cough
and has to be hospitalized again.
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These poems are originally written in Swedish and translated by myself. So if the translation sounds weird - please just laugh, or cry, or just shake your head and move on to the next poem, hoping for a better translation there... Thank you for your patience, and for following my story! By the way - my lyrics sometimes sounds weird in Swedish too...


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