01:45

by Ingunn Lára

outside, deep snow
chokes back my mother’s tears

the snow
muffles the slam
of the door

crimson blushed sky

no sign of a letter
written just past midnight

the middle child
hides under a duvet

the youngest can speak clearly
snow softens his stammer

somewhere buried
and forgotten:
the oldest
with a child under one arm
another on the way

sheet
whites out withered words

Translated by Ingunn Lára.