Biography

published poet
Norwegian, but live in Portugal

Samples

My Daughter
45 she was, but I loved her madly, she became
pregnant, I know a birth at that age can be
difficult, but I was delighted at last I my fiftyish
year I was going to be a father.

My daughter, for some reason I thought of
my child as a girl, would have the best education
so she could be free and marry for love and not
out of economic necessity.

What fool I was my lover a fitness fanatic
feared she would look middle aged if she had
our child and terminated. I cried when I knew
and could not bear to see her again.

I often dream of my daughter see her going to
school for the first time and she would know
I was just outside should she need me...And now
that I’m old I miss her like an ache in my heart.

And I think when I die will she come out of my
dreams, be real, tell me I was the best dad in
the world and hold my hands as we together
fly where no malice and pride cannot survive?

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