A Friendly Visit
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Jan Oskar Hansen
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Visiting her mother
The cemetery was white, flowers and light.
Her mother`s coffin was in glass-covered hole in the wall
there were plastic flowers and a dusty picture
Of her mother, before she got old; my wife opened
the door, she is the key carrier in the family and dusted
the coffin, but also placed fresh cut flower
in an empty vase; it was such a beautiful and thought
I wouldn`t mind dying here when time was right, to this
my inner voice sarcastically said: is there ever a right time?
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