Will you remember today? The way you stirred the cream in your coffee and it made swirls inside the mug like a slow motion whirlwind? Or the way the sun’s rays streamed through dry brown leaves and made it glisten against the light? Will you remember the way your grandfather hugged you as you left for school? Or how the books in the library smelt on that June afternoon? Will you remember today?
Will you remember the salty blue water from your first
holiday? Or the way your hair swept your face as you cycled the hilly streets
of Tura? Will you remember how you warmed
your hands as a hawker fried groundnuts under a thick red flame? Or the way you
watched clouds float across pale blue skies? Will you remember today?
Fleeting images. Like the red letter box that you
crossed as you pedalled out towards the main road. Or seeing a familiar face in
a sea of people at a Christmas carnival. Will you remember how your mother called
out your name stressing each syllable like it means something? Or how it felt
to open that brown envelope with a letter from a childhood friend? Will you
remember today?
Will you remember how he smelt of wet grass and soil
from the recent flowers he’d planted? Or the summer afternoon he kissed you in
the dusty history aisle? Will you remember how you both swirled on that ferris
wheel screaming until you were hoarse? Or how his voice sounded on the other
end of the phone voice after your first big fight? Will you remember today?
Will you remember how the bird outside your window cooed
as you buried your head under that thick old quilt? Or how you shrieked when
you felt a frog inside your unused gumboots? Will you remember how you cried
yourself to sleep when the boy you liked so much didn’t like you back? Or the
way the church bells broke the silence between your father and you?
Will you remember how you picked up pine cones from
that slope of shaded trees beside the green algae pond? Or how the snippy air
pinched your cheeks pink? Will you remember the way rain pattered on your tin
roof and drowned out your parents’ fight? Or how fireflies lit up the forest
on a moonless night?
Will you remember today?
4 comments:
some days are too special to forget...
Beautiful!
Mesmerizing!
Thank you so much, Sharjes, Vandana, and Deeps.
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