Frey the infant tears out another page of a small encyclopedia <br /> <br />I stroke his head in the morning darkness <br /> <br />face down he gets up by his arms <br />catches The Rainbow by Lawrence trembling with eagerness he brings it to <br />his softly licking mouth <br /> <br />he smiles at my dance as I carry him <br /> <br />ah! I utter <br />backwards over my shoulder he answers ah! <br />ah! I continue <br />with a laugh he replies ah! <br /> <br /> <br />Frey is leaving his kiss mark on pages of my notebook <br />the little idol of lust <br /> <br />I stroke his cheek <br />carry him on my shoulders <br />being his tool<br /><br />Mikael Ejdemyr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/notes-on-my-son-frey-who-can-t-walk-yet/
