August Recollections

To my dear friend Jael who bravely fights against her cancer

 

To my dear friend Jael Rogulla who so bravely is fighting against her cancer

 A bite in one of the first ripened apples,
And memories overwhelm me.
All of a sudden I see myself
A child  – barefoot  – in shorts,
picking up an apple,
fallen from the tree into the currant bushes.
And suddenly I remember . . .
– the smell  and taste from the past.
– the grassy shoulders of the road outside.
– the dandelions burning golden yellow.
– the gravel chafe
s under my naked feet.
– the smell from the currant bushes.
– mother offering cassis to the draftees.
– the slaughter of our household pig.
And despite that world war
was ravaging,
For me –  it was all an idyll.
Because in the mind of a little child
all evils cease to exist,
as my parents always were there
– ready to give me comfort and security.

                                                                    29 augusti 2003

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