A Lifetime

I stood in front of the mirror, blinking at the sunlight in my face. I exhaled loudly as I straightened out the lapels of my coat; a coat that originally belonged to you, fitted for me just because I loved it so. I was nervous, very very nervous. I remembered feeling this way the day of my interview at your office. I never got the job but I did manage to upset you by toppling over files you'd spent hours putting together. I barely managed to apologise before I ran on for that interview I was late for. I remembered being this nervous right before our first date. The silly klutz that I am, I managed to drop ice-cream all over clothes; but, you only laughed at my silliness. I remembered being this nervous on the day of our wedding.

I smiled at that thought because you held me just as I was about to trip over my wedding dress and made sure no one noticed. I looked around at our bedroom; there's that stain of wine on the rug that we never managed to get out and the ugly desk that we both hate but never replaced. This room smells faintly like you, though the coat no longer does. I nervously play with my wedding band, a habit I've picked up over the years. My reluctance to leave the room is so heavy that my thoughts wandered and I found myself wondering if my hair looked fine as my fingers tucked a stray strand behind my ear; you never like it when my hair hides my face. I felt naive and silly; it was a formal occasion and I had quite a large crowd to address, I couldn't hide in our room all day. I fondly gazed at our picture from younger days before I left; you've always been my strength.  

Right now, the breeze pulls at my skirt and the carefully done hair-do is a slave to this breeze. I'm so used to telling you every small detail about my day. Today was beautiful, there was a huge turnout and everything I had prepared to say came out just right. Even the humorous bits, you know how I mess up the punch line at times. Today was your funeral...

Of Music and Birth

I was wrapped up in my little cocoon,
When I heard her soothing voice.
She sang of fireflies and the moon,
She calmed me with her words of choice.

I grew with the music she played,
I learnt of rhythms and melodies.
She smiled when in her arms I was laid,
She sang of flowers and bees.

She taught me about barks and moos,
She sang about the monkey and croc.
I now sing her to sleep with jazz and blues,
Cause she has always been my rock.