Mindful Writing 2014 – 04

The cats and I spend the night in my parents’ basement, waiting for the snow. Swallowed by the darkness, I lose a sense of time and space. Even the howling outside is replaced by the bedside LED lamp’s buzzing. The storm could come and go and I would never know.

my grandfather
refused to be buried
the silence
the silence

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2 thoughts on “Mindful Writing 2014 – 04

  1. jerrydreesen says:

    really like this… touching and meaningful to anyone who is or who has a grandfather.

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