Childhood's winter

I remember my childhood's winters,
The window catches the steam,
The moisture draw flower on the glass,
When I was lying ill, the flowers were names.

Outside the blackbirds sad still on a branch,
They were freezing, and I want to invite them in,
Here in Grandmothers kitchen beside the stove,
I could hear the fire inside the burning stove.

The fire told me stories of summer's day,
Along the river side cattle stood in line,
The drink the clear water at the brink,
I could also sense the days in my dreams.

At night the burning stove send a weak light,
Strong enough to hunt any monster out,
The kitchen was my kingdom full of essence,
There I travelled the world from china and back.

I made my wall bench into a ship or coach,
These were my transport across Europe,
I wanted to collect spices and impressions,
Now I have been there and found the treasure for life.

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