The first rays of the sun
always sought out the corner..
She loved waking up
to the play of light and sunlight
throwing mingled shadows everywhere
while the rest of the room
remained still and watched..
The glow of the lamps
reflected in the ornate mirror,
the wicker laundry basket under the sink,
her favourite chair...
the chintz prints on the wall,
the frothy lace curtains,
Her frilly, feminine room......
Familiar things in their places
gave her a sense of comfort,
a calming, soothing feeling
that blended each day into the next...
A belief that nothing had changed
and every thing was the same...
Yet, everything had changed.....
They had gone, husband and children,
leaving her all alone...
Trapped in a world of memories
where only the past existed,
without any present or future,
where her mind continued to move
between the shadows and light......
Inspite of being left behind by life.....
In a room forgotten by time......
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2 comments:
I really liked this, the last 4 lines were especially powerful. Well done!
Thank you so much!
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