October 27: Haibun for a mother

 

This day is yours, always will be, forever and ever. I never knew how you envisaged it, the place beyond the veil, or if you ever did, content with just the contemplation aspect and the praising, being religious and a singer. But I have my ideas, my hopes, that your green fields will be greener, the wind carry you, soft as a spring day, and love wash you in an endless tide.

Wind blows feather soft

over these hills, these meadows,

a bright memory

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

19 thoughts on “October 27: Haibun for a mother”

    1. It took me a long time to get over my mother’s death. It was so sudden and she was so young and energetic. The only consolation is that she never got old and infirm, and her eyesight had got too bad for her to paint anymore, so she felt she’d done whatever she had been intended to do.

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