Grief
2 November, 2009 | Teodros Kiros (PhD)
Her name is Alem. She turned eighty-five on July 7th 2009. Her
elegantly folded hands rest on her lap. Occasionally she
massages them. The summer heat often lures her into sleep.
A dark evening is invading the narrow street, where her
daughter’s mansion stands. Shadows shift along the silent walls.
Memories drift to her through the twilight.
Morning comes and Alem returns to her corner seat. She
remembers the time and place of the delivery of her first
daughter years ago. Alem had delivered her alone in the middle
of the night. She remembers wrapping her with a dark blue
blanket and putting her next to her inside a warm bed with
brown new sheets just bought a day ago.
She called her “Miracle" because she was born under
miraculous circumstances. This she tells to friends who ask
about the name's history.
Darkness now fills the room. Her body trembles when she
sees a woman in her fifties with round black eyes and long hair
resting on broad shoulders walk towards her. Straining to see her
face, Alem bends forward. The woman tries to touch her.
Alem opens her arms, giving herself up to blackness.
2 November, 2009 | Teodros Kiros (PhD)
- Night after night she reads the
bible past midnight as the wind
gently blows on her aging face. The
bedroom light is always on. Often
she speaks to herself about many
things.
“ God, please take me to where my
children are.”
Day after day, she sits at a
corner window in a large
Her name is Alem. She turned eighty-five on July 7th 2009. Her
elegantly folded hands rest on her lap. Occasionally she
massages them. The summer heat often lures her into sleep.
A dark evening is invading the narrow street, where her
daughter’s mansion stands. Shadows shift along the silent walls.
Memories drift to her through the twilight.
Morning comes and Alem returns to her corner seat. She
remembers the time and place of the delivery of her first
daughter years ago. Alem had delivered her alone in the middle
of the night. She remembers wrapping her with a dark blue
blanket and putting her next to her inside a warm bed with
brown new sheets just bought a day ago.
She called her “Miracle" because she was born under
miraculous circumstances. This she tells to friends who ask
about the name's history.
Darkness now fills the room. Her body trembles when she
sees a woman in her fifties with round black eyes and long hair
resting on broad shoulders walk towards her. Straining to see her
face, Alem bends forward. The woman tries to touch her.
Alem opens her arms, giving herself up to blackness.
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