These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England.

Friday, 28 September 2012



The greatest silence is the absence of your loved one’s voice.

I cling to the unique sounds of people. I can freely reproduce their images and - for a time - inhale their scent, but nothing can reproduce their voice. Nothing.

The silence is loud.

I run from the silences of their absence.

I arrive to the sound of loud silence. There is only a void that I can’t avoid.

Memory fails. I am left with ... silence.

Copyright © Marjorie H Morgan 2012

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