mistral4543 Posted February 17, 2003 Report Posted February 17, 2003 I watch. Watch her composed stance as she sits on the bed. I feel the stirrings. And I know, it is only a matter of time before I break. Break before this dear old lady who is more harmless than a doe. She reaches out. She holds my left hand with her own. I dart a glimpse at her bowed head, then meet her eyes as she looks up. Is it my imagination, or are they glistening? That gaze. Piercing as a pin, yet serene as a stream. How does she manage it? Does she wield such skill or does my imagination run wild? I breathe, slowly. Wretchedly aware of my sins. No words are necessary. I know. She strokes my hand. In that dreadfully calm and unreproachful way. I blink, several times. I cannot cry, not when it is New Year's Day. What have I done? How could I have been so cruel? To one who doted on me? To one who valued me while others criticised? What kind of ingrate am I? She watches me, as I struggle to hold my countenance. The million excuses in my heart crumble before her half-blind eyes. She is possibly a reflection of what lays ahead of me. I accept my lot. What goes round, comes round. Dear granny, forgive me. I will be back. I promise.
Cyril Darkcloud Posted February 18, 2003 Report Posted February 18, 2003 I’ve been watching for you to start writing again and I know that what I’ve just read was well worth the wait. Glad you’re back. Mistral this is a piece or writing that is as touching as it is well put together. Nicely done.
Archaneus Posted February 18, 2003 Report Posted February 18, 2003 WEll if this is your first writing in a while you certainly haven't lost anything with time. Great work.
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