Aug 29 2021 | Sunday
Hello, sweet potato.
The other night, before sleeping, I was reading poetry and I came across a poem entitled, 'The Raincoat' by Ada Limón. When I started reading it, I didn't have an inkling that it would affect me so much, but that's the beauty and power of good poetry, it has a way of making you feel something, with only a few lines.
By the time I finished reading it, I was teary-eyed, and my nose had turned pink. The last few lines, especially, filled me with so much love and gratitude.
I told my mother about the poem and while doing so I began crying, but I still kept talking. We held hands and I told her how the poem made me feel, what thoughts and emotions it evoked in me.
It made me think of my raincoats—people who've loved me, protected me, taken care of me, cheered me on, supported me, and shielded me from inconveniences and hardships as much as they could. They must have weathered so many storms for me, without even making me realize it, without asking for anything in return. I am ever so grateful that I have such people in my life. I'm going to, wholeheartedly, love and cherish them all my life.
I wonder if I've ever been a raincoat for someone, too? Have you?
Thank you for reading.
Sahar Afreen
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