"Eilífu Skuldsett"

How do I repay her?

How can I make it up to her,
When I'm just a boy, without a mother?
How can I tell her what I need to say,
To thank her in some special way?

I'm just a nuisance, they used to tell me.
With words, they'd thrust me through the belly.
My voice was weak and will was too,
I did not know what I could do.

But now they think of me well,
They've written poems and Edda to tell.
They say it had always been my fate,
But for me it was too little, too late.

I was damaged, broken, soiled wares;
I did not see the value there.
Sometimes I remember, late at night:
It could have changed with just one flight.

I gave up. I was afraid
Of what might come within a day.
I did not know what I might find,
And blocked such thoughts out of my mind.

I cried. I did, genuine tears,
Too petrified to face my fears.
I'd made my peace to leave this place,
But that was when I saw her face.

And there she was, as strong as ever,
Determined, beautiful, and always clever.
And though we weren't always friends,
She cared for me, even back then.

She challenged me, to make me better,
And since then, I can't forget her.
From defeat, she had to raise me,
And from myself, she actually saved me.

But how do I repay her?

What can I do to settle the debt?
She'd given and now had to get.
But what is there that can suffice,
To pay such a towering price?

In amount, it'd too immense,
Much more than any recompense.
Since she had helped me through my strife,
What can I give that's worth my life?

So how do I repay her?

Some simple gift could never do,
There is nothing of such value.
But with ideas, I fall so short,
I found nothing that fit the sort.

I often tried to pay with deeds,
And offer her all that she needs.
But still, this debt I had incurred,
Was not the slightest bit deferred.

Dammit! How do I repay her?

I do not take this matter lightly.
I wish I could reward her rightly.
But harder still this trial grows
And will forever, I suppose.

She still helps me, none the wiser,
And makes me seem like some old miser.
I've yet to thank her for the first feat,
But now the job is less complete.

Now how can I repay her?

Now just adults, it's unresolved.
Our friendship has yet to evolve.
So she still helps me every day;
Is there for me, in every way.

I still don't know how to show thanks
For being there, cov'ring my flanks;
For stealing smiles and showing me how;
How to live and laugh, unfurl my brow.

But I now know how to repay her.

I can't, not really, nor could I ever.
But all my life I shall endeavor,
To show my thanks in the small ways,
To be there for her on the worst days.

Content with this, I shall wait
Until it gets to some such date.
Maybe then, she'll come to see
What all she's done still means to me.

A/N: I love hidden meanings. ;)

Kisses,

-Nick (ncham9)

P.S. The title translates to "Forever Indebted" in Icelandic.