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*** In Memory ***
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* Her Shadow In The Sun *
It was a few years before She died.
I was visiting overseas and stayed at her place.
She gave me her bedroom and her bed for my privacy and comfort.
She slept in the loungeroom settee throughout my stay.
It was early Summer.
The Sun was just rising with a piercing brilliance in the horizon.
The light, braking through the semi sheer curtain waving silently
in the gentle morning breeze, woke me up.
I looked at the clock on the bedside table surrounded by our family photos.
It was too early to get up, so i remained resting quietly for a while.
There was a slight movement on the verandah outside the bedroom.
When i looked up i saw her shadow on the waving curtain.
She was watering her lusciously green plants.
My first impulse was to get up and go and say good morning
but for some strange reason something made me hold back
and stay and watch her quietly.
Between the Sun and Her Shadow, cast by the Sun on the curtain
was My Mother.
In her Shadow she resembled very much my grandmother
and in that shadow she was now both.
In her Shadow i saw Her in a way i had never seen her before...
And Never before had i known so consciously
how painfully much i Loved her
And Now, how painfully much i miss her...
Orion
