Tagged: dad

haibun poetry 1

A Winter Day Remembrance

Haibun Dad’s grave is likely covered. I haven’t seen it since Rob, Mom and I last visited together. She had laid an evergreen wreath with some winter blossom, whose name I never knew. This...

present haibun 0

An Early Present

Haibun 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...

poem about death 1

Piece of Nothing

Poem   The world belongs to the living… Now you are far away from home, the home you never had, and as your presence turns to stone, I’ll never call you “dad”. Now you...