What it’s like to lose a companion
When the loss hits you, you know
Memories come rushing back
And heart aches anew
Sitting in the back of my brother’s car
Listening to my brother and his wife
I realize with a jolt again
I will never have my own companion back, and I can’t undo
Which death has taken, and I bid adieu
Seeing couples holding hands
Fresh grief strikes to hold that hand once I had anew
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Head to one of your favorite blogs. Write a companion piece to their penultimate post.
Daily Prompt: Soulful Machines
Machines, appliances, and gadgets sometimes feel like they have their own personalities –from quirky cars to dignified food processors. What’s the most “human” machine you own?
I stood alone, mournful, and dejected
Despair ness surrounded me
Life stretched empty, and forlorn
With the waves of time, it was ebbing away
Would it rejuvenate?
The shadows fled, and light came on
Life came back with a rebound
My beloved iPad
Brought me laughter, and sunshine
News and stories from around
Life has become a merry go round
I am staying with my son. It’s so different from staying on my own. At my own home I remained busy. Looking after the house, getting groceries, cooking, gardening, going for my Quran classes, visiting friends and relatives or having them in return, the days whizzed by. Here, mostly I sit in my room overlooking the back lawn and stare out of the window. 😕 Occasionally a bird stirs and fly through and that’s it.
My days brighten up when my sister calls, so I get someone to talk to. She introduced me to VC Andrews recently. I got my third book of VC and have started reading it. I am so glad that I have got books to read otherwise I would have died of boredom.
Books are fun. They are companions. They take you to their world, making you forget the world you are in. I am weak at heart and that’s why I choose light fiction in books. At times even these books have scary parts which gives me terrible pangs. What I do is—— skip that part, or jump right to the end to see that, ‘All’s Well.’ I see in my mind’s eye at moments like these, my granddaughter M2 shaking her head at me, “No Nano, you can’t do this.”