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Theme: Death

Letting Go

And she asked me, her head so small on the official,  
white pillow that had a blue stamp, in case someone
wanted to steal the beddings…do you believe in God?

Mother, the old hardened communist asking me this.

I saw in her eyes she wanted reassurance that this was
Not the end that something beyond beckoned that her
hard life had not been in vain. I´m a poet, a teller of lies
I told her a long story. At the end, she smiled and said:

Son, I have always loved you but I never knew when you
you were telling the truth. She was at ease and when
dawn came, she silently slipped anchor and sailed away
to a sea unknown, but I know I shall meet her there on
Nirvana´s shore where love is a whispering ripple and
and our life together would be retold.   


More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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Comments on this Poem

Comment thank you all

jan oskar hansen
13-Dec-2012 09:27 AM

Comment so touchy!

12-Dec-2012 14:33 PM

Comment Oh Mama!

11-Dec-2012 17:20 PM

Comment A lovely poem.

11-Dec-2012 10:14 AM

Comment thank you

10-Dec-2012 16:23 PM

Comment Touching!

10-Dec-2012 13:15 PM

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