How We Danced by Kathleen WilsonMy mother left the world of winter. Even in California the world was white, ten days before her 95th birthday. The mountain peaks that loomed crystal over the city, white. And the nurses, doctors all white, their paleness was distant. I came to bring colors and wore a dancing dress and flowers every time. She stopped amidst her great last troubles, looked into my eyes and said "we have such great times together". A week later she was gone.
even before birth
my waltz with you
Blue Danube 11/30/2016 Author's Note: Published So CA Haiku Study Group Anthology, 2016
Posted on 11/30/2016 Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
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Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/30/16 at 04:55 PM Lovely tribute to your mom, Kathleen, and congrats on the publishing. |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/02/16 at 12:51 AM Haibun, yes? A new form for me. I loved "their paleness was distant." There is something so complete, perhaps eternal?, about the phrase "even before birth." Lovely and sad. Thank you, Kathleen. Wonderful to read you again. |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/03/16 at 02:50 AM It is lovely to see you posting again, Kathleen. Sad to hear of your mom's passing and this is a wonderful tribute to her. My mother Angela is still with us and still lusting for life at 98. |
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