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The first struck at dawn. Clouds discoloured the daunting skies  Disheveled voices heard through the static  The hollow echo of ambulances ring...

Written by reshma uddin · 41 sec read >

The first struck at dawn.

Clouds discoloured the daunting skies 

Disheveled voices heard through the static 

The hollow echo of ambulances ring in my head 

Guilt ached throughout and poured out of my eyes 

Remembering the countless mornings we spent watching the news 

I couldn’t be there at the last stage, I’m sorry mother. 

I couldn’t attend the funeral, I’m sorry sister.

Quivering and unable to console a friend 

Shards of misery have made scars

Time passed but silence remains 

I remember her in my prayers 

No silver lining in sight.

The second rang at midday,

The winter sun mocked me and evaporated my tears 

Harsh shadows cast on every bright tree and laughing child 

The inevitable had happened but was still unexpected at this point in our normal day

Questions clouded my darkening mind but I always come back to one.

How was I to know whether I was a good granddaughter?

I couldn’t enter the graveyard that lurks in my shadow 

My vision blurred and my eyes became glass 

I can’t wash off the smell of the hospital

We couldn’t communicate.

Why didn’t I cry?

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