Mom, Incapacitated

haibun poem

Haibun

Mom lies on her side. Her once immaculate hair now spreads across her pillow. She doesn’t know how she is. Only that she hasn’t been out of bed more than a half an hour all day. I kiss her cheek then rest mine next to hers. I can almost feel the tears she never cries.

hardened snow
a flight from my own
moistened eyes

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photograph by Christiane Nuetzel

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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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