jan oskar hansen
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published poet Norwegian, but live in Portugal
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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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Blog entries by jan oskar hansen
when the dance stops (18/06/2018)
thoughts on a Saturday (17/06/2018)
depression 2 (16/06/2018)
a friendly place (15/06/2018)
when words stops (14/06/2018)
The vanished aircraft (14/06/2018)
the occupiers (13/06/2018)
summertime (12/06/2018)
Doris Day (11/06/2018)
a personal deity (10/06/2018)
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Comments
Sat 11th Feb 2017 20:31
I see the dark side of what your telling us that it was not your choice and even though you've been a faithful father to keep her in your heart and mind till that day you can hold her or him is as though they have been there all along.
God bless.
A very moving poem. So glad that you shared this experience. Loved the line "fly where no malice and pride cannot survive?"
Mon 4th Jan 2016 10:17
Very moving and your pain is captivated beautifully...
Beautiful...shines light on what love we have left inside us. Too often we are consumed by the desire to be wanted to forever, not thinking of others. My heart goes out to you. This is beautifully written
I totally get `My Daughter` she is always there..I am in the same boat.. my friend...peace.
Thanks for looking in the Coldest morning. Some moving stuff on your pages jan, especially 'My daughter'
Best wishes,
Steve
Hi Jan. Thanks for the kind words on 'The Ides'. Take care, David.
Jan,
Thanks for your comment on the play.
thank you all
thats really moving, gave me shivers down my spine, Katy.
.. enjoyed your style of writing ... some interesting and thoughtful images in all your poems ...
jan, i near cried reading my daughter.
I must say that I like your work - would it be racist to add that I always imagine Wallander writing/reading it? (Not the english version.)
Please don't be offended! I do like poems that are original!!! And yours are also often pleasantly dark.
Hello Jan. Just wanted to send some appreciation. I found your last few posts to be incredibly moving and thought provoking. Good stuffs.
Marianne
Hi Jan. Welcome to WOL. A very heartfelt poem. I hope you enjoy exploring the site.
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Hannah Collins
Thu 14th Sep 2017 22:19
Very moving. A lost child and a view we don't hear about very often. I could feel the hope and loss.