REFLEXIONS OF LONELINESS

(in troubled times of Corona)

I have seen a woman in the park
Sitting all alone on a bench
A sunny, lovely day like today
When springtime slowly turns to green

Violets and hyacints and daisies
In the emerald greenish grass
They all glow in the sun
And smell like a symphony in spring

On the green and lonely bench
Lays a book of poetry and a pen
A pair of glasses and a half written letter

She wishes of all her heart
To meet her grandchildren just once more
Because the horror that has come
over the world
Has boken everything to pieces

Put straight jackets on everyone
What you must and must not do
Whom to meet and whom to not

What distance you must keep
Infected by the one you love
This plague - invisible but named
No one knows from where it comes
No one knows why it is here

One can only speculare
And people do that loud and clear
But it kills such innocent people
In needless despair
For what they're forced to see

And now she sits all alone
All alone on her bench and ponder
Silently reviewing her life
So much love and joy she has been given
But also tears and sorrow sometimes

She saw through the years
What became of her children
Her grandchild and all
those she does hold so dear

But now it's decided
It can't be allowed
It's the law and prohibition
And there's prison to pay!

She has written all this
In her half finished letter
And add' that she is happy
With the life she has lived

She has no regrets
When she turns over pages
In her life time callendar
Of times that has passed

But still there is not
Not one singel memory
Comparable to this
Equal to none

-I am so old.
She sighes and she whispers
Very few ever reaches
An age such as mine

I have seen many springtimes
So many summers and falls
A winter so beautiful
With tons of white snow

Oh, if I could
If it only was possible
If only just once
Before the Lord calls me home

With hands so tremling and bleek
She writes yet another line
My near and dear, I love you
I wish so much to hug you

If we never see each other again
There is one thing I want you to know
I am not all that sad
In fact, I'm happy and glad

There is such beauty in this park
An ocean of violets and quill
And corn blue hyacints
And leeves of beech from yesteryear

Oh, my dear children
If just you cope
Then my heart
Will be at ease

A choked and silent caugh
A last rattling breath
Behind a brand new mouth shield
Bought at Bauhaus in Helsingborg

Birds are twittering
Sun is shining
Wind is playing in her hair
A final wish
Became a wind puff
Flying up
And home to God!

JOANNA SVENSSON