You are my faith
When I have no hope
You are my love
When I have reasons to hate
You are my wind
When I have no wings to soar,
No one to call friend
You warm my heart
When it is blue
You are my thoughts
When I have no clue
You are my words
When I can’t say I love you
You are the light that completes me
You are my reflection in the dark
You are my heart
You are the shade of love
That sets me free
“I wanted to tell Mama that it did feel different to be back, that our living room had too much empty space, too much wasted marble floor that gleamed from Sisi’s polishing and housed nothing. Our celing was too high. Our furniture was lifeless: the glass tables did not shed twisted skin in the harmattan, the leather sofas’ greeting was a clammy coldness, and the Persian rugs were too lush to have any feeling. But I said, “You polished the etagere.” " The above text appears when Jaja and Kambili return from Nsukku, their Aunty Ifeoma’s house, and witness their place as dull and lacking warmth even though the house glistened like a palace. The warmth that Aunty Ifeoma’s house had carried during the days they spent despite having a nondescript house and where they prayed every day for Peace and Laughter. Laughter among all the things. Because Laughter was valued in their house everyday despite living with shortcomings something that Kambili hardly got to experience in own h
Well, I have no words to express but just appreciate your creativity.
ReplyDeleteVery touching.
Tc Care
Madhurie Singh
www.madhuriesingh.com
Thanks Ma'am.......Your words are encouraging enough!!! All the best for superindainkid
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