Day 8: Had come and gone but I finally found the time to write about one of the drawers that holds something/some things special for me and others and that’s…
My Office Drawer:
Brown, perhaps burnt orange or a colour in that family
You stand lost in a room of similar colours and drawers
Nothing exceptional at first sight …especially, if sight alone is one’s interest.
Yet words cannot describe the joy I see as I watch her walk expectantly towards you
And without thought pulls you out and just typical, you turn down her touch,
Refusing to budge…”get the key!” you say under your breathe
It comes out as a command, to which I alone hear and smile
But she obeys and minutes later leaves smiling and promising to visit again.
“I wonder why she gets all the attention” others murmur
Humming a tune you alone are attuned, to you ignore.
How do you explain that your uniqueness is in your content?
The joy of it brings to every visitor.
I won’t be so quick to give you an award, for I have
Sadness seen on many a faces when their expectation meets no response
When hope is dashed at the sight of an empty drawer
And hunger pangs ring on another octave!
On days like this, I come to your defence
As a lawyer and a friend
“if you want to take something out, you have to put two
So you eat one and I leave the rest for you!”
The same story lines I hear most times, “I will refill”
Some give me thrills cos I know it’s real
Others I shrug off and plan on my next move to sort you
In all, you hold everything that makes the stomach full and the heart glad.
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