TRUE GRIT

They said I had to have “True Grit” to live with you

And I found that it was true.

Your words are often like a knife

without thoughts and causes strife.

The old ones said that “sticks and stones

Might break my bones but words will never hurt me.

How wrong they were. The pain words spur.

My brain is often like a blur.

I am puzzled why you do not try

to make me smile instead of cry.

I try to tell you - hoping you will see

Your judging words will make me flee.

But you don’t talk. It’s like a block.

And when you speak my soul you knock.

The more you judge and keep a grudge.

I die inside and feelings hide.

Vibeke Lindhardt

December 2013

TOO SELFISH

Yes, I guess I was too selfish

To fall in love so hard and deep.

Treasuring your touch and caring.

Thinking love was mine to keep.

Selfish me. I needed your loving.

Wishing you would feel the same.

Not just then, but now and ever.

That our love we could reclaim.

Yes, I guess I was too selfish

Hoping you would understand.

That my love for you was stronger

than I had for any man.

Selfish me. I needed your loving.

Wishing you would feel the same.

Not just then, but now and ever.

That our love we could reclaim.

Yes, I guess I was too selfish

To hope the day, we made a pact.

Promises would last forever.

Hoping it would be a fact.

Selfish me. I needed your loving.

Wishing you would feel the same.

Not just then, but now and ever.

That our love we could reclaim.

Vibeke Lindhardt, written in Toquerville, Utah  2013

ITS TIME

  

It’s time to stop fighting

The unseen enemy.

To trust in the love we share

You and me.

Outside forces cannot stop us

If we don’t let them in.

Trust what we have

Our love is secure.

It’s time to trust

The love I have for you.

That no matter what happens

My love is always sure.

Please don’t let the forces

Of the unseen enemy

Destroy our love.

Please. Be kind to me.

There is no need to run.

I’ll always be here.

The pain that you feel

From the past

Is no longer near.

You are safe with me.

I’ll always be here.

Written October 23^rd 2012.

Unfortunately I had to leave for Canada end of November 2018

MY ROOTS

Over The hills and far away

There is my homeland

I miss each day.

The little land

With the ocean shore.

There are my roots.

Those who came before.

It used to be

That Danes like me

Could trace their roots

Back to Vikings Days.

Things are changing, I fear

That the future search, for Danes like me

Will no longer be there.

The Danish roots, as we know them now

Will be replaced somehow

With the Huns and those came

From the lands below.

And soon the Danes will see

That their roots, I fear

Will disappear.

The future Danes

Will not search their roots like me

From Kings and Queens

And their Royal heirs.

They will declare Shahadah.

Ramadan and Zakat.

The Danes will go to Hajj.

Shahadah= Muslim Declaration of Faith

Zakat= Muslim almsgiving

Ramadan=Muslim Fast

Salat= Muslim Daily Prayers

Haij=Muslim pilgrimage to Mecca

Written by Vibeke Lindhardt  26 November 2011

WHERE WERE YOU?

 Where were you my love

when I needed you to be by my side?

I was looking for you

but not aware

where you would hide.

It pains me thinking

Of all the years lost.

The saddest words

“What could have been”.

Has been the cost.

But now you are here, and

I love you more than words can say.

You are my life.

You are my all.

And we are on our way.

Our way to God, To Eternities

Looking forward to above

Together, you and I

We walk the way the road to him.

Together.  - I feel at peace now.

Written to my husband Bent Lindhardt. 2012.

I believed we were a perfect match.

I was – and maybe still am – so much in love with my husband.

Unfortunately, my dreams died in 2018.

SARCASM

Some people like to be sarcastic

And feel “it is just a pun”.

But the person that the joke is made on

Do not always feel it is fun.

Words, which were supposed to be funny

Can feel like nails in a sore.

It makes someone sad and no more glad

It’s just not like before.

Before you make a “joke” about someone.

Think, before you squawk.

Would you like to be that person?

Or would you walk?

24 February 2020

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MY FIRST VISIT TO MY MORMOR MINNA

I was ten years old the first time I met my “Mormor Minna”. 

Suddenly one day my mom said: “You are going for a holiday to your Mormor Minna”.

At that time, we lived close to “Enghave Plads” on Vesterbro in Copenhagen, Denmark with my mom and my sister Birgit.

I had never before met my grandmother on my mother’s side -  whose real name was Christine Rasmussen.

Nevertheless, she did not tell my grandmother that I was coming before “after she had sent me off on the bus”.

Sjoltevej 25, Præstø County

Well, of course I was all excited when she put me on a bus in Copenhagen, to travel to Sjolte – about 100 kilometers south in the Præstø county. Nevertheless,

 I never knew before later in my life that she did not tell Minna that I was coming before I was on the bus, so when I arrived in Sjolte and met a grandmother – for the first time – she did not look happy at all to “see this strange child”.

Minna and her husband Karl Christensen (not my grandfather) lived Sjoltevej 25 on a small mini farm where they had one cow, pigs, a cat.

It was Karl who came and picked me up from the bus, that “just stopped by the road” to drop me off.

I slept “upstairs” in a small room with a down that was filled with “goose feathers”. It was so heavy that I felt I was sleeping with a huge brick over me.

Nevertheless, I had a really nice view of the fields etc. For me to be “out in the country” was like “coming to heaven”.  Everything was so green and my Mormor had apple trees etc.

Karl Christensen

Mormor Minna with some of the Houman children

Karl and Minna

My Mormor Minna and ?

Mormor Minna milking the cow

Mormor Minna

My Mormor

After I had been there for about three days, my Mormor became more friendly and my three weeks there ended up with that she invited me come back next year.

My Mormor Minna and I ended up as “really good friends”.  

When uncle Karl passed away in 1952 Minna moved in to a small townhouse in Præstø town.

I ended up visiting my grandmother every year until she passed away.  One year I biked all the way from Copenhagen to visit her.

My sister Birgit finally met her when she was 22 years old and my mother also finally was invited to my Mormor.

I am happy that I got to know my Mormor.

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Mormor: In Denmark we call our grandmother on the mother’s side for “Mormor”.  If it on the Fathers side it is “Farmor”.