My
first view of the red velvet gilt-edged diary
Was
of its opening page, of a declaration in my newly-wed aunt’s hand
On
my uncle’s behalf
Saying
he will never hit her again
Signed
by my uncle, with love.
In
the bottommost shelf of her almirah
I
saw the book again today
When
her teenaged daughter was rummaging for a favourite top.
Skipping
several blank pages after the first one
I
saw my aunt’s grocery lists
And
miniscule digits secured in ovals
That showed how much she had managed to save.
That showed how much she had managed to save.
2 comments:
You must surely know, how well you have closed this.
One is never quite sure, really, until readers reassure. In this case I do wish there could have been a different closure.
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