By Milani Cahigan Alunan
Concerning the ebook Sweetheart quantity three entitled “Reminiscing” is one other endearing number of poems. The booklet will take you to an strange trip in existence the place lengthy bitter-sweet stories are being loved and well-remembered. as a rule, we draw our concept and energy due to the thoughts we've valuable and saved in our hearts for your time now. We worth thoughts that made us smile, snort, cry even damage us however it upload a few spice in our lives that made us wiser, more advantageous and a greater individual after all. enable this ebook take you to an extended journey to the prior, re-light an past love, take into accout the ache, learn how to smile back, struggling with for somebody you're keen on and not hand over on love. And so simply by on reflection with all these unforgettable moments and fond memories of your loved one; your middle will stick with it reminiscing far and wide and yet again.
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Carnations nod in a vase. She fingers the blown glass, its slender neck, the wet crystal lip and the room begins to hum 19 . 20 Qualities of Light The open-mouthed jar fills with light and brittle shadows. The lid is a tight fit— but this isn’t about escape, it’s about absence: bulbs blowing out, wings folding in on a lack. What I need is the stunned buzz of resurrection—lightning bugs stranded on cracked glass gravel, garden hose spraying small skeletons back to life, their sudden loft into night-blind air.
It’s smaller, and your sister is there on the other side of the screen, waiting to be told goodbye. It’s not as if you could hop on your bike and rush back to hug her, although that might enlarge the moment. Instead, the memory keeps shrinking, blinking off and on like fireflies she used to catch in a jar. Their pale light receded as you rode past your father watering the brittle grass full of the ends of other lives. Beyond that extinguished light, the memory of light; and behind that, the sound of your sister pushing through the screen, twisting open the jar.
22 Hindsight The thing about it is its size. It’s smaller, and your sister is there on the other side of the screen, waiting to be told goodbye. It’s not as if you could hop on your bike and rush back to hug her, although that might enlarge the moment. Instead, the memory keeps shrinking, blinking off and on like fireflies she used to catch in a jar. Their pale light receded as you rode past your father watering the brittle grass full of the ends of other lives. Beyond that extinguished light, the memory of light; and behind that, the sound of your sister pushing through the screen, twisting open the jar.