Another Mother’s Day?

Haibun

Mom washed, curled, brushed and hairsprayed. Then she applied makeup and lipstick. For the first time in weeks, she looks like she always does when she goes out in public.

She loses her breath rising from one chair and moving to another, despite the pulse-births of oxygen from her portable machine.

We all sit down to a meal of barbequed chicken and ribs, filet mignon, yellow rice and fries, hot dogs. She eats one piece of chicken, half of a hot dog and less than a cup of rice and fries. All of which she washes down with two glasses of Chianti.

But she thanks us. And she and I enjoy one of our good, quiet conversations. Both conveniently ignore the question.

Is this her last?

periwinkles
surrounding the maple tree
her empty glass

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photo by Paul Paul

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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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