Themourning Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
Themourning
The mourning
It was an early morning
The day before Christmas
The phone rang
I reluctantly answered
Your mother is dead.
I couldn't get a flight
Took the dog for a walk
In the woods,
But this day she walked close to me
And didn't hunt rabbits.
Coming home
I sat by the bed and cried.
At Chrismas Eve
I gave my dog a cream cake
When thinking of my mother
when she was at her best.
Lovely poem. Small yet capable of deeply moving the reader. Thanks, Dear Oscar. We can empathise your mourning. Your dear mother to please RIP.
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5/14/2024 11:14:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The day before Christmas and phone call remain in memory with the memory of morning. A excellent poem is beautifully penned...10