Morslykke


Du ligg der så lita

men for meg så stor

Du fyller heile verda mi

du vesle nor –

To veivande små hender

ein tannlaus liten munn,

og augo dine, store blå

så djupe – utan bunn.

Eg stryk deg varleg, mjukt -

Og folder mine hender med audmjukt sinn:

Må alle gode makter få styre vegen din.

I .S. Askvik

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