The Others (1)
This is a post by...well...Anon. She'd prefer to be that. Anon. Am not complaining because (a) she's really cool and (b) she's that one person who has 'submitted' her 'entry' first. So I completely love her. Thank you, Iren...erm...Anon.
Anon's Post
Her handwritten entries appear in the phonebook.
Her favourite soaps are bought every month.
Her make-up, her comb, her sindoor lie on the dressing table.
Her books and magazines rest on the bookshelf.
Her investment statements arrive regularly.
Her perfume emanates from her wardrobe.
Her favourite colours adorn the furnishings, the linen.
Her voice fills my dreams.
The sound of her bangles suffuses my imagination.
It’s two months now.
Her presence is everywhere.
Especially as the lump in my throat.
posted by misti at
2:15 PM
3 Comments:
Iren,
Thankyou for sharing this and showing me how to write....it's beautiful.
Zzz
Anon,
You should write for yourself more often.
this comment is long due but honestly, i just didn't know what to say? i lost my father a few months back and this post was so close to home. thanks for sharing. it was beautiful.
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