Ghost Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Yesteryears Ghost
Walking around the town where I had grown up and left 40 years ago,
I found myself outside the flat where mother and I lived in on the second floor.
When I came home late I used to throw a pebble up to the window,
for her to come down and open the door, not that I didn´t have key it was just
the hallway was dark and once I had seen a ghost perhaps not seen, but had
felt its cold breaths on my neck.... Eventually mother moved to a nursing and
when everything was cleared out- not that there was much to clear- I was
the kitchen and listened to silence, when the door opened and I saw a ghost,
perhaps I didn´t actually see but I felt its cold breaths, and I remembered
a popular song at the time: “They are coming to take you away ah ha.”