Sv: Del et dikt!
Dette fikk jeg av søsteren min etter at mamma døde (for 2 år siden). Hun mente hun kjente meg igjen i diktet:
Sitat:
Don’t Think I Do Not Grieve
by Brenda Penepent
Don’t think I do not feel;
because you see no tears.
A river rages deep inside
of grief, and loss, and fears.
Just because I do not cry now,
don’t think my heart’s not broken.
I keep inside the misery
of words not to be spoken.
Sometimes I smile, or crack a joke,
so you won’t see the pain;
or notice how my hands will shake,
or how I’ve gone insane.
Each time I chance to think of her,
my heart is ripped asunder.
The loss I feel is mine alone.
you will not see my thunder.
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