Grandchildren
There is a soundless ache in the years,in all languages,
and my children are older than I am
How did that happen?
I have to go back,
and come back a little earlier
I was sitting with Chief Sagebrand
in the communications center at the police station
in Shitville
at the turn of the millennium; 4,000 kronor extra,
and nothing broke
By way of rumor I have three grandchildren;
Santiago, Álvar, Natanael…
– but the grandchildren I know
are Anna’s twin grandchildren Ville & Harry, 4 years old,
whom I love dearly
and today Hansson de Wolfe United surfaced
from Anna’s phone; "Where do the children come in",
when I had returned from a ski trip on Lake Sågdjupträsket
and settled into the armchair in front of the fire
with Cesi Cat on my left knee like a sphinx,
staring into the flames
that reflexively flickered in her eyes,
and between the workouts of the need for movement
I live a sedentary life, one second per second,
as Richard Feynman put it!
Now evening is lying in wait,
I think of everything that’s going on,
and begin to feel hungry
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2026-01-20 at 17:52
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