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

Frank J. Tassone lives in New York City's "back yard" with his wife and son. He fell in love with writing after he wrote his first short story at age 12 and his first poem in high school. He began writing haiku and haibun seriously in the 2000s. His haikai poetry has appeared in Failed Haiku, Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online, Contemporary Haibun, The Haiku Foundation and Haiku Society of America member anthologies. He is a contributing poet for the online literary journal Image Curve, and a performance poet with Rockland Poets. When he's not writing, Frank works as a special education high school teacher in the Bronx. When he's not working or writing, he enjoys time with his family, meditation, hiking, practicing tai chi and geeking out to Star Wars, Marvel Cinema and any other Sci-Fi/Fantasy film and TV worth seeing.

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