Your closet remains untouched.
I have kept all your belongings.
I sometimes sit at your dressing table and touch all your accessories; your necklaces, your earrings.

When I come back from work the house is no more bathed in the fragrance of the delicious food you used to cook.
I know little about cooking but our son never complaints about it.
He does not speaks much now;
remains in his room all day – the door shut.

I go to church alone now, father always comforts me with his words ; nice man he is.

Here I sit kneeling down beside your grave; the wind is cold so is my heart. The earth is soothing me with it’s music
I have brought your favorite flowers – the orchids

I know you are lying beneath the earth; listening to me.
I know you watch over us at night; I feel your presence;

The silence stings me.