this is what I remember about visiting my grandmother

[ellixis]

Mourning doves calling at dawn, heralding the day ("morning doves," I thought, because that was when they sang). Yellow morning sun filtering in through a lace curtain. Shelves of ancient comic books, falling apart; handle them delicately, dear. A couch and carpet that smelled of dust. A painted cabinet which my cousin and I sat by while we sang

Comments

[padparadscha]

A lovely tribute.

[mamarabbit]

When I stop crying, I will write to you. Thank you.