On the airport bus passing through Södertälje I saw the road I cycled five months earlier, under quite different conditions. It felt so far away, so distant and different that I started writing. I never wrote a poem in my life but one has to be the first! This one is written for my first child.
Through this land, feels like ages ago
I cycled a road wrapped in ice and snow.The day I return to this treasured land
plants will grow at the touch of my hand.Creating the future, splendid and yearned
the love of a soul close to mine will be earned.In this future, of life and love
together we look at the stars up above.With time and practice, our thoughts grow strong
our feelings radiant in delightful song.Come spring and shoots fill our garden anew
in joy we contemplate the creation of You.












