Health And Illness Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

In sickness and health

He will not last long, the doctor said
a mother cried, the boy remember
the darkened room and the murmur
of whispering voices.
Sunlight shone through the curtains
The boy got up asked for breakfast,
hungry had been on long voyage and
climbed the highest mountain.
His mother cried.
The doctor took the applause
forgetting what he had said the day before.
No one wanted to know about his travel,
his mother told him not to speak about it
because it was morbid.