No. 8: The visit

On the way to Värmland

from Umeå;

which by the way is called the City of Birches

because birches were planted

along all the streets

after the great city fire,

the devastating fire,

(but that's a whole other story);

well, on the way from there

the mother and the father

stopped in Stockholm

to visit

their newborn daughter

for the first time,

who is now

one and a half months old.

To hold

their newborn in their arms.

To feed her

with a bottle

of Semper milk substitute,

because the breast milk,

the mother's breast milk,

has been pumped out

to some other child

when the girl,

their own girl,

had been sent to Stockholm,

and perhaps the milk had been mixed up

with tears.

But that doesn't matter now

when they hold

their girl

in their arms.

And they buy

a pink checkered dress

at in the expensive store NK

for their girl.

They sleep in the car,

it costs nothing to sleep in the car,

and they buy an expensive dress

in the NK store. 

The girl with the pink checked dress, at home with her father

Then they leave

the girl

at the hospital

and drive to Värmland

to celebrate

the wedding.

You can cry

at weddings.

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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...