This week’s writing theme was loss ….
It is an odd little lamp – dare I say ugly.
We had all puzzled over this sorry looking object that sat in my mother’s living room for longer than my years. She shrugged off our mocking laughs without explanation or defence. That was unusual. My mother always had something to say.
When she finally passed away, her daughters gathered to disburse the remnants of her life. The lamp stood alone – unloved and unwanted. We looked at each other with embarrassment because we were all thinking the same thing. This lamp had been cherished for reasons we didn’t understand, nor had we made the effort to know its story. How could we now callously discard it?
The youngest daughter bravely ponied up and claimed the lamp. It now proudly stands in her home – open to the puzzled expressions from those who visit, but cherished by those who know its origins.
I feel an odd sense of loss in having let the ugly lamp go.