Tag: Grief
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Old celluloid, new grief: A poem
This is a poem about memories, the value of photographs and grief. / Old celluloid, new grief / While getting the attic of my nani’s house sale ready, I found a rusty old can filled with celluloids. Through teary eyes, I somehow managed to see My car keys abandoned on the tattered brown sofa seat….
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The portrait of the woman with a red bindi: A grief poem
I always thought that grief hits you hardest on the big days but it’s in the little everyday moments that I miss my grandmother the most. This grief poem marks my official start to this year’s NaPoWriMo. The portrait of the woman with a red bindi / Whether someone came for a brief stop, a…
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Your Clock Gives Me Joy, Amma: A grief poem
The hands slowly tick upwards And so does my grief. Until a brush of a heavenly hand Reminds me that this is brief. / Soon I will remember the joy Of our memories which were made While the hands of the wood-framed clock Ticked upward slowly but steadily. -Armaan / You can support me by…