i believe those
characteristics
and peculiarities
one has from ones mother intens
ify to a certain extent
when she is dead
as a form of compensation
for the woeful in
sight one is suddenly left with
when it is already too late:
that one has never
ever
really known her
If you have never read the Danish poet Klaus Høeck, you should.
This is a tiny extract from the middle section 'The Skies' of his collection 'Fairytales' about the death of his mother.
For the whole cycle, as well as two of his other major collections, go to the website of the Royal Library in Copenhagen.
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