Vakna min vän -dikt

Vakna min vän 
där ute gryr dagen 
Vakna min vän 
glöm obehagen 

Låt mig va, låt mig va 
där finns inget jag vill ha! 

Vill stanna i min dröm 
bara stanna i min dröm 
Vacker och varm 
befriad från larm 
Hela världen så öm 
i min dröm 

Nej, vakna min vän 
tiden är Nu 
Vakna min vän 
ge världen ditt Du 

Din dröm känner ingen 
dig äger ingen 
Men ser du, dagen är tingen 
så vakna, stig upp, kliv sen ut i ringen 


©Kristin Oladatter 2017 all rights reserved

The Battle

Above ground frosty branches spreading it’s beautiful chill.

Below the surface fragile roots being cut off.

Under the skin, the sound of chains mouldering away by the pressure of the wings liberation.

The smell of salt water and air, as tempting as the call of the siren.

Tramp harder, feel  the remaining roots! Stay on the ground, save the power of your only weapon.

Soon the air will be warm and filled by the song of the birds returning.

 © Kristin Oladatter 2017. All rights reserved.

The Visitor -Heritage from a Father

The rare bird….Sometimes dropping in for a visit. Unexpected, briefly and rather intense. Like the storm she is -Sudden. A bit violent. I never see it coming. I’m never prepared. She’s just there. Taking command. For a short period of time turning my world up-side-down. Then, just as sudden as she arrived, she’s gone. Leaving me in surprise and confusion. A little bit of fear and anger even. Leaving me with all my questions – what just happened? Who was that girl that in such a short time made me do things that never before crossed my mind? Impulsive and thoughtless. Not thinking of the consequences of my actions?

It takes me a while. A day, maybe. Or two. Then I remember. The visitor was the girl you created. Strong and fearless. A girl that believed in herself. A girl that could do anything she ever wanted.
You gave that to her; all the confidence she needed to go out in the world and make things happen. Doubtless and fearless.

She’s almost scaring me now, these days. So rare she is. But despite that. Despite the confusion and fear she leaves behind I can also sense something else. Amusement?  Joy? Oh yes. There’ definitely a bubbling laughter deep inside. There’s definitely a little smile on my face.

I wish you were around to see her, you know. Would she still make you proud? Would you still believe in her?
Cause you know, she needs you to. Whenever she’s runnning out of faith. Whenever she hesitates, stumble and doubt she needs you to.

I can almost hear your voice -That’s my daughter. That girl can do anything she want’s.-

Yes, I am. Always!

Yes, I can. Sometimes!

©Oladatter 2016. All rights reserved

Back Home

Moulder away, you heavy armors of Fear!

Fall down, you high walls of protection!

Open and feel, you blinded eyes and freezing hearts!


Come out, come forward, you great peace of Mind!

Show us your strength and your healing power.

And be the guide that brings all the lost souls back Home.


All rights reserved. Copyright ©Oladatter 2016



Together for a Sunday in the Park – A documentary of our Time

The Sundays in the park is looking slightly different…

The surreal feeling of time standing still.

The new togetherness makes me feel yet more alone.

No eye contact. No smiles to brighten your day.

And I wonder; what are we learning?  What wisdom will be the outcome?

At least we are getting outside our doorsteps?

I feel old…

I feel scared.

For these monsters are starting to feel very real!

And I am LOST


All rights reserved. Copyright ©Oladatter 2016