the passing

Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 9, 2018 at 3:50 AM

The passing


It is so long ago; the memory is fuzzy as an old photo,

the room was warm, the coal fire burned lustily

I looked out of the window the street lamp swayed,

and snow fell. I turned to my grandmother and said

If the snow continues, I will take out my sledge.

she was still her reading glasses had dropped on the floor,

oh, yes I knew but kept looking out it looked

So peaceful I will stay here and admire snow fall forever.

I picked up her reading glasses placed them back on her

face, we had no phone I had to put on an overcoat and

tell our neighbour, but before living, put more coal

in the oven, a helpless gesture, but I didn`t want her to be cold.

Many people came; they took her away while I looked

out of the window watching falling snow


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