Hygge, don't make me laugh, a nice meal, telling
your aunt about that one good bloke
wandering around ansruther, for the day to
end with seeing your deceased granny in
a lovely Mahoney box
fudge, the latest addition to the farm, putting
a smile on your ten year olds brothers face
and a sad 19 years too
pretending that Monday is not 5 days away
black clothes donned for one day only
a family reunited from the three corners
of the uk
false smiles and how do you dos
when hate is masked for the one gran
we liked
Hygge is for next year but this
year don't make me laugh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thoroughly enjoyable poem, Sarah. Thank you for sharing.