<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dottie Writes and Cries</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sunlight settles on the <br>table where Dottie writes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her journal records the days <br>since Willie left, the effects <br>it has had, her migraines, <br>the sickness, the stomach <br>pains, the blood loss. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She writes slowly, neat <br>and lucid, the pen tight <br>between finger and thumb. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She pauses, looks at the sunlight, <br>how the beams seem to dance <br>upon the cloth, she sucks the end <br>of the pen, her tongue sensing <br>the smoothness and plasticness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She will write of the roses, <br>how they have grown, the red <br>like blood, the blood like that <br>on the sheet before the wash. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She misses her brother, his <br>departure to fetch Sammy <br>has pained her, causes her <br>loss of sleep, despite sleeping <br>in his bed, caressing his pillow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She writes again, the pen nib <br>moving over the journal's page, <br>her eyes watching the flow, <br>the words settling on the paper, <br>the words holding the images, <br>the images for him, for Willie <br>to read and have on his return. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A bird song, she cocks an ear, <br>outside nearby, a robin, she <br>closes her eyes, grasps the sound, <br>turns it around in her mind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She will write that down, <br>he likes birdsong, loves the <br>songs, the call of the wild. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She opens her eyes, begins <br>to write once more, she wants <br>to cry, pushes her eyes tight <br>to stop tears hitting the page. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through teary eyes sees <br>the sunbeams dance on <br>what seems like water on <br>the patterned cloth, she <br>remembers Willie laying <br>his head down there once <br>side ways on and gazing at <br>her as deep fond lovers may. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She puts down her black pen, <br>she will write no more today.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527747" data-title="Dottie Writes and Cries de Terry Collett" data-description="Sunlight settles on the table where Dottie writes. Her journal records the days since Willie left, the effects it has had, her migraines, the sickness, the stomach pains, the blood loss. She writes slowly, neat and lucid, the pen tight ..."></div> </div> </div>

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