The Daily Post: Empty

In response to daily post’s one-word prompt :Empty

REUNION

Once upon a time a woman found a vacant house, she looked for the owners but there were none anyone knew off. She decided to occupy the house until the owners came back, weeks, months years went by no one showed up. The woman made herself comfortable, she bought a few things to fill the house. a bed, a chair, a table and some pots and pans for cooking. She got the pots and pans, but had no stove to cook on. She ran out of money, she asked her neighbor if she could help. The neighbor refused.

She went back to the town where she came from, hoping to get some help from her friends, sadly for her all her friends left to go to the big city for better jobs and good shelter.

Frustrated she sat under a tree and started crying, a little girl heard someone crying she rushed to see who it was. Amazingly enough it was her favorite aunt her mother talked about, she was so pleased she dragged her aunt to her home. At home her mom was pacing to and fro thinking where her child could have gone. Suddenly the fear of a kidnapper entered her mind, she sat on the corner of the room and started howling.

Meanwhile the daughter managed to bring the aunt home, she heard someone crying, she started calling her mom, she ran everywhere and eventually found her mom in the wee corner of a room. She jumped on her lap and said, “Mom why are you crying, look who I brought with me?”

Her mom looked up and saw her sister smiling, she was so surprised she started howling again. The little girl hugged her mother and said, “Mom aren’t you glad I brought your sister home?”

Mom was embarrassed she wiped her tears, went to the kitchen and brought all the food she had cooked for herself and her daughter. The woman was pleased beyond words  to find her sister. The little girl insisted her aunt to live with them. She agreed and mom’s cooked food helped the family to have a wonderful party!

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Writing: Intro to Poetry, Day Four: Journey

Poetry, Day Four: Journey

Device: Simile

Wikipedia image of Chawk Bazaar road, Comilla

 

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I’ve made countless journey on this road

It was impassable when the flood overflowed

It looked more like a river and less like a road

This was the story I was often told!

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Comilla brings back memories when I was a child

Our days were filled with laughter,

When we behaved like animals in the wild.

Mom warned she’d take over,

If we didn’t stop acting like animals in the wild!

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There were hardly much traffic on this road,

Which is why we chose to to be so bold.

We ran in the middle we jogged on the side,

It made mom crazy watching us glide!

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We said, mom, “the road is as quiet as a mouse,

Do not worry you stay in the house.”

Did she listen to us, of course she did not?

She dragged us in even if we fought!

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This was my town which I miss

I’m sure I won’t find another so bliss.

It was as peaceful like the truce,

where no one ever  dared to abuse!

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