Early Morning Whisper

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

I hear a soft voice
but can’t make out the words,
why do you sit in the cupboard child
as seeking shelter from an unkind world?
I see your tears and ask.

Come out now,
the other children are outside playing hopscotch,
they sing and laugh even though,
they too have been abandoned by restless fathers.

If grown ups ask
tell them that he’s a big game hunter in Africa or sailor
who, when he returns will bring toys, chocolate
and pictures of famous film stars.