An Early Present

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We plant petunias at Dad’s grave. I hoe out holes in front of the headstone. Frankie places the plants in and covers their roots with dirt. We plant two rows — three to a row — in a half-hour. When he wasn’t helping, Frankie stood on the pedestal of the memorial and lay across the top.

“Dad would love this. It’s just how he’d do it when Dad was alive,” Mom says.

We water the flowers. Stand back to collect our things. Finally, we look at the headstone.

I tighten my arm around Mom’s shoulders as her eyes finally glisten with tears.

another birthday
a robin lands in her nest
fresh worm in her beak

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photograph by Tanya Mallillin

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Frank J. Tassone

I fell in love with writing ever since I wrote my first short story at the age of 12 and my first poem in high school. My free-verse has appeared in the literary e-zine Pif. My haibun has been published in Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online (CHO) and Contemporary Haibun, CHO's annual print anthology. I am honored to be a part of the Image Curve community as a contributing poet.

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