Andante Andante

A year has passed, since February last
and when March came along,

she was gone

a column in my life, my mum, she was
- still it's an unbearable loss

yet,
I know she would be glad for me
happy - that I'm strong and free

- with friends and family, lucky me
to be so loved, and so was she

- and there on my way from work to home
my tears just flow - because of this tone

a song that reminds me of the past,
and that some good things - they do not last

but some things do, if you believe it to be so
give it a chance - and a tender love will grow

Andante is my song today
for friendship and for love - to stay

so cherish what you have, my friend
believe in love, until the end

like she did
like she wanted me to

touch my soul
you know how
andante andante
go slowly with me now

I'm your music 
I'm your song
play me time and time again
and make me strong 

andante andante
tread lightly on my ground 


One year ago, I wrote this poem. This year I feel the same. I am the same. Just stronger, happier. Still me:

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My Valentine

come to me

come and see 

who I am

the real me 

I am not the abuse

I am not what he did 

I am not just simply my trauma

I'm the courage that escaped 

I'm the cleverness that survived 

I'm the power that protected my tiny spark of flame 

oh my Valentine

you do get me right 

you give hope that I can love again 

you do fan my spark

into firecrackers bright

you see me 

with your eyes open wide 

you see beyond and you sense

and you know me so well

a new love

but we've always just known one another 

oh my Valentine 

you read all my signs 

I am yours 

and you know it is so

with respect, joy and laughs

we are like half and half

and together we're one of a kind 

I love you

you love me   

there is hope

I now see   

and believe

Lucky me 

with my Valentine

ABBA: Andante. Andante: