Happy memories
Preparing Sunday dinner
Damned chopped onion tears
Sundays are still the loneliest.
The pandemic.
My grandkids moving away.
My father, fighting cancer.
All a perfect storm for a lonelier Sunday dinner than the gatherings that used to fill my home with love and laughter.
Once, I took them for granted.
A tree in autumn
Gold leaves sashay in the breeze
Winter harbinger
Is it possible, before this pandemic, I took hugs for granted? I don’t like to think I did, but I certainly never considered there would come I time I couldn’t freely give someone I love a hug.
So, as we come to the end of National Poetry month, I’ve gladly shared my syllables with you. But I’d trade them all for hugs.
May we all get to hug each other again soon!
Meet Allie–grandchild #2, and our only granddaughter–so far! 🙂
She made these butterfly wings to march in her school’s Easter Parade, which unfortunately was cancelled due to Coronavirus. But she had just as much fun flitting back and forth in front of her house.
Though I love her butterfly wings, as I smiled at the pure joy on her face, even amidst the pandemic, I thought she was an angel instead.
A couple of days ago, while at the pond, I sat on a rock to watch this Mama duck and her chicks. I’d been listening to music while I walked, and Besame Mucho by Andrea Bocelli began to play.
My mother used to sing Besame Mucho (Kiss Me Much) quite often. I remember watching her and wishing I could sing as beautifully as she did.
Today is her birthday, and although the haiku may not make sense to most people, it’s personal to me it felt appropriate to post it today.
Happy birthday, Mom. I love you and miss you.
One of the best things about working from home during this Time of Coronavirus is the walks I’ve taken to the pond. I’ve found myself searching for turtles, whispering “awww” at the baby ducks and geese, watching a Mother Goose perched on her nest for weeks, secretly fearing that the time has passed for her eggs to hatch, and, as in this photo, playing “peek-a-boo” to get the perfect picture to . . . yes . . . inspire a haiku. 🙂
I missed writing a haiku yesterday. Actually, I wrote one, but I’m saving it for April 28. You’ll see why when I post it.
But around 9:30 last night, right after I pulled the covers over myself, I thought, “Oh, darn! I haven’t posted a haiku!”
I weighed my options. Should I get up and write, then post a haiku and maintain my perfect record for daily haiku during National Poetry Month? Or, should I practice the philosophy of wabi sabi, and find beauty in the imperfection?
Those covers felt so good, and my pillow, so nice and fluffy. It was a pretty beautiful feeling, even though April, in more ways than one, has been far from perfect. 🙂
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Click HERE to read the post that kicked off a month of writing haiku, in celebration of National Poetry Month.
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Click HERE to read the post that kicked off a month of writing haiku, in celebration of National Poetry Month.
My brain is tired tonight, so perhaps you can help me with a last line? 🙂
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Click HERE to read the post that kicked off a month of writing haiku, in celebration of National Poetry Month.
On my walk this morning, I came across a stone wall from which these plants grew. I thought about the struggle of the roots to break through the tiniest crack, to find the sun and grow.
It reminded me of the struggle many are facing today. I pray they find the sun.
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Click HERE to read the post that kicked off a month of writing haiku, in celebration of National Poetry Month.
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