Hour Six – Write a letter to yourself from the perspective of someone who is no longer in your life. It could be a former teacher you admired but you lost touch with, someone you knew from childhood, someone who passed on, etc. The specifics are very much up to you.
The Stuff of her Life
After a year passed by, of your passing on
(Both of you passing on)
I steeled myself to open her steel almirah.
Expecting dusty sarees and musty smells,
expecting my heart to squeeze
the grief out of my eyes.
Oh, but I had to smile.
She was a hoarder, that one, your wife.
The things she had clung to, the stuff of her life.
There were letters you had written her
all through the almost-sixty years of marriage.
I have put them away, for your grand daughter
to find in my closet, after I am gone.
(Poor thing, what will she do with them, I pause to think.)
I found letters you had written to the 18-year-old me.
(How did Ma have them? again I pause to think.)
You wrote incredibly boring letters,
a dashing dude, dad, you could’ve done better.
I read a few, they all had the same last line.
“Don’t forget to drink Horlicks, hope all is fine?”
Well, what do you know father?
I have decided to obey you, almost forty years later.
I now drink Horlicks daily; it helps me sleep.
Thanks for the advice, I will not weep.
2 thoughts on “Prompt Six – The Stuff of her Life”
Anjana, we had to write about our fathers again, didn’t we? :)))
I’m glad it wasn’t anything to make you cry. Letters saved from the past are some of my favorite things to find. I wonder if my grandchildren can even read cursive.