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Thursday, 28 April 2011

Hamnet




August 11th, 1596.


August the worst month ever. Why did God have to take him away from me. When he died a whole part of me died. It wasn’t suppose to happen. Ultimately, parents expect to die and leave their children behind...This is the natural course of life events, the life cycle continuing as it should. Not the other way round.


How am I suppose to manage? How am I suppose to look after Judith , Suzanne and Anne? My beautiful wife lost her baby boy. I lost my baby boy. Suzanne and Judith lost a brother. I just wish he was here. Here with me now. Playing with his friends. Being a little kid not a little kid 6 feet under the ground. I still remember when the first time I saw him, his memorising big brown eyes. He were so soft and he smelt so... oh, I cant explain it... he smelt like only a baby can. I need him here. With me. I know he will always be in my heart. But I want everyone to know that I loved him, loved him with all my heart. He will always be my shining star. If you are here Hamnet remember I miss you and I love you. With stars on.
By Safiyah Nisar =]


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  2. Safiyah, this is fantastic!! I love the way you have used Hamnet's death to explore Shakespeare's thoughts. Thoroughly enjoyable to read! Well done. :)

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