Souvenirs of Life
Your box of unfolded handkerchiefs:
carefully lifted from corners,
our shared morning ritual
of colour and story,
such pretty patterns.
How I wish for
those small squares
now you’re
gone.
On the 22nd March we lost our Great Aunty Sheila, she was an amazing lady. Over the past few years I have been writing my memories. This one was written today for the Napowrimo prompt. I used to visit her over the weekend sometimes and our morning would always start in her bed, looking through her collection from around the world. I loved this time and as an adult, admire her patience over the insistence of a six year olds rituals. Sheila was the calmest person I have ever known.
Rose gentle. May she rest in peace.
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