Mother’s Day Morning

Haibun Poems

Haibun Poems


The aging yellow brush of her favorite broom swishes dust and seeds off of the salmon Trex deck. Mira’s Portuguese cascades high and low like a melody as she sweeps single-handed, the phone at her ear.

Across the yard, the tallest maple sways, green leaves trembling in a passing spring breeze.

Earlier, Frankie and I guided her outside. He led her to a seat at the stone patio table, while I kept my hands over her eyes. After we settled her, he ran to retrieve her steaming cup of coffee.


She opened her eyes to a breakfast of re-heated pancakes, scrambled eggs as puffy as cotton ball cumulus and that steaming coffee. Frankie’s Mother’s Day treat.

She finishes her sweeping and heads back inside. I stay in the chaise. My neighbor’s Camry reflects a glaring ray of sunlight right into my eyes. I close them, listening to the robins’ staccato songs, delivered from the high branches above.

passing breeze
slipping on her sneakers
on the deck stairs


photograph by Jeri Johnson

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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. My haiku has been published by the Haiku Foundation. My senryu has been published in Failed Haiku. I regularly perform haibun and other haikai with Rockland Poets. I am honored to be a part of the Image Curve community as a contributing poet. Visit my website to see more of my poetry. Follow me on twitter @fjtassone2 and like my Facebook page American Haijin for updates on my latest work.

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