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

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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