She thinks it’s 1977
Sing with me she says
Her frail form tries to twirl
“Dancing queen……”
She loses her balance
I catch her in my arms
She looks at me with faraway eyes
“Did I ever tell you about my mother?
She was from Sweden
jag älskade henne väldigt mycket”
Tears form in her eyes
Let’s get you into bed
How about some ice cream?
That would be nice she replies
Vanilla with chocolate syrup please
Her medicine begins to take effect
Sleep beckons
In a tired little voice…..
Sing with me…
Rock a bye……….



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