No. 4: Sneak peek

The mother and the father

get a few minutes

for themselves

with the girl,

their newborn daughter,

their firstborn daughter,

before they take the girl

to a hospital in Stockholm.

They carefully lift

the blanket

around their daughter

to take a sneak peek

at that huge belly

that no one really knows yet

whether it might contain a tumor.

Or something else.

Then a nurse comes

to pick up the girl with the prune belly.

They fold the blanket back.

As if guilty.

Caught

of having looked at

their own daughter.

They say goodbye.

The girl says goodbye.

The first goodbye

of all the goodbyes that will come.

 

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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...