The Window Sill

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bottles in the window

On the window sill
bottles sit in in echoes.
Memories, not dust.

bottles in the window

Looking out of the dawn-cooled sunroom at Uncle’s house; it’s filled with his paintings and hand-set mosaics, as well as curios and artifacts he’s gathered over decades. These beautiful antique bottles, hold living memories, not dust.

Melinda J. Irvine

Melinda J. Irvine is a freelance writer, blogger and creative. She writes for business clients and online publications all over the world. When she’s not writing about holistic health and ways to become a more effective writer, Mel is practicing tai chi and supporting the emotional wellbeing of marginalised kids in the Philippines. Sometimes she even has time to cross stitch.

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2 responses to “The Window Sill”

  1. quickbrownfoxph Avatar
    quickbrownfoxph

    Hello Uncle Richard! 😀

    1. Melinda J. Irvine Avatar
      Melinda J. Irvine

      I’ll tell him you said hello. It was awesome to spend some time together. 6 days until I go back, I don’t think I’ll come for 6 weeks again (unless Jerry is with me, it’s too long to be away from him).

      mxx