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The mess april 14, 2013

A man came home from work and found his 3 children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn around garden, The door of his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house and no sign of the dog, walking in the door, he found …an even bigger mess.

A lamp had been knocked over, the throw rug was against one wall, In the front room the… TV was on loudly with the cartoon channel, the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.

As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel… She looked up at him, smiled and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, ‘What happened here today?’ She again smiled and answered, ‘You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world do I do all day?…
»Yes,» was his incredulous reply..

She answered, «Well, today I didn’t do it.»

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Siste stikk

Filed under: Barn,Dikt — gullkorn @ 1:57 pm

Jeg er en mygg, og jeg blir alltid blid

av blod.

Jeg summer mest når det er mørkt, fra ti

til to.

En vakker kveld jeg summet rundt i sikk

og sakk,

så møtte jeg en mann som ropte: ”Stikk!”

Jeg stakk.

– Dagny Holm

 

Det største mysterium

Filed under: Øyeblikk,Baby,Barn,Gud,Himmel,Kjærlighet,Mennesker,Mirakel,Mysterium,Tro — gullkorn @ 1:35 pm

Det største mysterium er ikke mer enn det at en ørliten kropp er våknet til jorden. Den nyfødte ser. To luker i himmelen går opp. Selv fem-trinns-raketter og kjernefysikk blir puslingers puslespill når det nyfødte barn med et eneste blikk beviser at Gud er til.

-André Bjerke

 

Letter from mother to daughter

Letter from a Mother to a Daughter: «My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”… Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story… night after night until you would fall asleep. When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl? When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way… remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day… the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If I occasionaly lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you. And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked. When those days come, don’t feel sad… just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love. I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you… my darling daughter. «

 

Jenta og ateisten

Filed under: Barn,Humor,Tro — gullkorn @ 1:14 pm

En ateist satt ved siden av en liten jente på flyet. Han snudde seg mot henne og sa: «Vil du prate litt? Flyreisen går fortere om man prater med noen.» Den lille jenta, som akkurat hadde begynt å lese en bok svarte den fremmende mannen: «Hva vil du prate om da? «Åh, jeg vet ikke, hva mener du om at det ikke finns noen Gud, himmel, helvete eller liv etter døden?» sa ateisten med et underfundig smil…………………. «OK», sa jenta. «Det skulle være intressant og snakke om det, men la meg stille et spørsmål først: En hest, en ku og ett rådyr spiser alle gress. Hvorfor driter da hesten klumper, kua store bløte klatter og rådyra små harde kuler?» Ateisten, åpenbart overrasket over den lille jentas intelligens, tenker en stund og sier: «Hmm, ingen anelse!» Jenta sa da: «Kjenner du deg virkelig kvalifisert til å diskutere Gud, himmel, helvete og livet etter døden når du ikke vet en skit?»

 

Jordbarnas Framtid september 19, 2012

Den største krig i verden er skjult for oss alle:

En stille front hvor så mange barn må falle.

Den raser dag for dag i hvert land og hver by.

Den snakkes lite om, for den er ikke ny.

 

Krigen kjempes mest i sør,

Der hvor de unge har minst fra før

 

Ref.:

En fremtid står på spill –

Den kan reddes om vi vil.

Vi kjemper for det kjæreste vi har

Mens tusen ord blir sagt

om krig for gull og makt

vender vi blikket fra

kampen hvert land må ta

for jordbarnas fremtid.

 

Barn som lever uten mor og far.

Unge håp som har mistet alt de har.

Har så langt å gå til legedom og kraft

Under huden brenner livets røde saft

Vi må følge barna frem

Helt til tiden former dem og gir et hjem

 

Ref.

 

Flytt ikke linsen bort fra dem,

Fremtidens ansikt – slipp dem frem!

Alle blikk er himlens spor

På denne vakre jord.

 

Ref.

 

Skrevet av Erik Hillestad.

 

Mors beste barn november 18, 2011

Filed under: Barn,Dikt,Dyr,Mamma,Mor — gullkorn @ 11:05 pm

Sjølv om mange seier dei er snille,
er det vanskeleg å bli glad i ein krokodille.

Sjølv om mange seier dei er flotte,
er det vanskeleg å bli glad i ei rotte.

Sjølv om mange seier han er ein munter kropp,
er det vanskeleg å bli glad i ein edderkopp.

Sjølv om mange seier dei har gode genar,
er det vanskeleg å bli glad i hyenar.

Men eg, eg bråkar og herjar utan stopp.
Og likevel er eg mor sin aller beste knopp.

Forfatter: Finn Øglænd