Anna
the currants and liquid pineapple
the meticulous embroidery
the bay horse and indian are never to be seen again
remembered in my heart
winter though spring
The kindness and humour
the golden ring i guard
the curious face in the window
remembered in my heart
winter though spring
the slow mist reached your heels
The flowers in the window withers
the smile is never to be seen again
remembered in my heart
winter though spring
jeg vil aldri glemme deg, oldemor Anna.













