Inconsolable - Poem by Oskar Hansen
A yellow house stands with a setting of forest,
behind, shimmering fog and snow has fallen.
Through the living room of the house we see
a festive christmas tree, but for its emptiness
absence of a child´s happy voice, the tree has
lost its meaning…
A car drives up, a big family car, and has
an empty child- seat in the back, a woman gets
out, a man drives the car into the garage, when
he comes back; he sits beside his wife looking
at a TV`s blank screen. They both cry together,
but are still not able to utter the child´s name.
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