Kissing walls

There are pencil lines all up one wall of the kitchen with dates to show how the children have got taller.  They’re all roughly two years apart and have grown accordingly, but there’s a big gap between Elodie and Pierre’s latest marks because Juliette’s is missing.

Rather than feeling sad just now, I suddenly realised that meant I could guess how tall she’d be and I kissed the space, as though it were her forehead. 

Luckily no one was here to see.

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2 thoughts on “Kissing walls

  1. Oh Geves – sending you a tight hug – my heart just bleeds for you – for us all xxSomehow feels like we have shadow children – I am often thinking of what Catherine would have thought of this or that; imagining her sleeping in her bed or some other fancy. I was just thinking the other day, that whilst others have slipped into the past tense – so I would say "I really loved my Gran", Catherine is always in the present. No wonder you are kissing the space in between – I would be too xx

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