honey

 

For me you are

the most beautiful woman

now that  the first

 

Show wrinkles

it would be a lie

that I am not you

more love

 

I see myself

the hair turns gray

relaxes the skin

it hurts here and there

it doesn’t work like

 

i want it

are you

my

 

Calmole

 

Love is

 

a gift

of nature

united fire

and passion

blazes deep

in our inside

you can

do not see yourself

only fell

 

if it is me

after your dear thirsty

open me

the door

to yuer hearts

 

sometimes in my dreams

I see us

hand in hand

b go to each other

burnig your kisses

on my lips

 

Portrait photo

the mother

in their
facial features
I
look for similarities that connect us

Father never
spoke
of her in my presence

also the
tombstone
with her
name faded memory

and yet I feel

there is
something
that unites us

a
feeling tells me

there is
a protective hand

above me

                                                                                       —-

b. 09.06.1929

Died. 11. 03.1952

Father

in the morning

Wants to see you

Your bed is empty

your room tidy

 

longing

 

I wait for it in the evening

that you come home

 

me into your

Arms closes

so that I can

the power

your love

Feel

 

Often

I listen

your voice after

who trusted me

Before I go to sleep

I tell you

How i love

you have

You’re there

You

are the mother

of our children

 

You are

the woman

Are

my beloved

 

you are there

at the right time

when we need you

and in the late evening

I can work with you

talk about everything

which oppresses me

 

and you

into my

Taking arms

to you

to love

 

Zum allerletzten Mal an dich

Ich will nicht

mehr

 

schreie es laut

 

heraus

 

mein Blick

verdunkelt

die Nacht

 

In meiner

Verzweiflung

 

bin ich taub

bin ich stumm

 

Ein Meer

schäumt auf

 

ergreift mich

zieht mich

zu sich

in die Tiefe

 

hinab

 

Zum Andenken:

Karin B. die 1974 aus Liebeskummer dem Freitod im Nord/West

Atlantik der Georges Bank (USA) gewählt hat!