Aware

FREE WRITE FRIDAY

http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2011/02/24/free-write-friday-week-six/

We have been asked for an early memory.

AWARE

My first memory is of cold hands.

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I am a tiny child

Lying in bed

In a cold, cold room.

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England.

Winter.

Nearly eighty years ago.

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My hands,

Tiny petrified starfish,

Lie on top of the blankets.

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I cannot sleep

For the discomfort of them.

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Carefully,

I place them,

One after the other,

Under the covers.

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I remember the thought.

'Ah!

This is how to keep warm!'

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I recall the newness of the thought.

I recall the triumph

Of doing something for myself.

I recall the bliss

Of the warmth of my own body.

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Such a tiny memory!

So insignificant!

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Yet I believe

This was the precise moment

I became a person.

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Newton Rajah

BRILLIANCE!

What a way they have with colour! Our friends of the Indian race!

It's as though they take a paint-pot and splash it about the place!

We see it in documentaries which delight us on TV,

And friends who've been there all declare it's the same in reality.

I here present my good friend Kat, (we meet in cyberspace)

And you'll see there's a solemn expression on everybody's face.

Kat and his wife have just built a house and here it is being blessed.

He sent photos of the ceremony and I was quite impressed!

But look at Kat's wife's sari! The colours simply glow!

She bought it for the occasion! It's better than a show!

And though Kat's wearing snowy white the silk picks up the hues;

And we can see oranges and pinks, yellows and golds and blues.

The house is not yet finished, hence it's dull and grey,

But soon it will glow with colour in a truly Indian way.

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