My Shadow

My shadow walks beside me

I do wish it could talk

Could tell me how it feels

And other tales to shock

But it is a silent friend

Has all the secrets on lock

It sometimes stretches ahead of me

At other times it is short

At times it disappears

To reappear at will

I wonder how it does it all

To know it will be a thrill

(Sheen-May2016)

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Shadow

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Beach

Combing the beach for sea shells

Looking for something whole

Not broken, or scrunched into pieces

They are not the ones I am sold

The sea shells gathered lie in a glass plate now

Remind full of memories on hold

(Sheen-May2016)

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Beach

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Scars on my soul

Scars are those wounds

They look apparently healed

But once memory recalls them

They bleed profusely again

Searing pain strikes anew

Fresh as the day it happened

One tries to forget

Pushing at it to go away

But there are moments in life

When the old pain regenerates again

(Sheen-May2016)

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Stairway


My short stairway here

Back home climbing the stairway was tiring. It was fifteen steps, a turn, seven steps, another turn and five steps more to the first floor. The rooms upstairs got neglected due to my avoidance of climbing the stairs.

It was (is) lovely. The railing was handmade from wood. It looked grand. My (late) husband R had let me choose the design for it. Every time I look at it, I fall in love with it all over again.

When our grandchild H was a baby, he would crawl on all fours to the head of stairs, when ever the door of his bedroom would be open by mistake. He would grab the railing to stand. To fill in the gaps between the wooden posts R made an intricate pattern of rope, so that H wouldn’t slip through and suffer an injury.

I have not removed the rope. It’s still there. I don’t have the heart to remove it although there is no need for it now.

Here my home has only a short set of stairs. The building is on a slope. I live on the first floor, but there are minimum steps to climb. It’s perfect for me — not tiring.

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Curve


Near the main gates at the place I live, the road curves upwards to the right. One has to be very careful before turning towards the gates. I make sure that a car is not coming directly in my way.

At the bend in the road where I turn left to enter the gates, every time I pass through, I take a sigh of relief.

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Curve

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