At the beginning of September I came back to my birthplace. Nothing of my mother remained. The grass in front of mother’s room had withered in the frost. Everything had changed. The hair of my brother and sisters was white and they had wrinkles between their eyebrows. We could only say, “We are fortunate to be still alive.” Nothing more. My elder brother opened an amulet case and said reverently to me, “Look at mother’s white hair. You have come back after such a long time. So this is like the jewel box of Urashima Taro. Your eyebrows have become white.” We wept for a while and then I composed this verse:
if taken in my hand
it would vanish in hot tears
autumn frost
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
In September of 2010 after having been absent for about 40 years I returned to my birthplace in the United States. I flew home because my father had reached the last stages of cancer. To see him then, you would have thought that he would live forever but just a few short weeks after I left, he was gone.
Everything had changed so much from when I was a girl. The country itself seemed somehow weather-worn and tired … so run-down. It would have been hard to convince those ancient pioneers that this was the great land of opportunity, streets paved in gold.
I kissed my father for the last time before leaving for the airport to return home, he was in the hospital then. He said: “You know, I don’t think I’ll be returning your visit.” and I knew that he was telling me that he would die soon.
autumn leaves
fallen on the pathway
a lonely walk
© G.s.k. ‘15
Terribly, terribly strong piece…words fail me.
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You do what I do: Relive even the moments that cause weeping and pain. Thank you for sharing this poignantly written haibun.
If Taken in My Hand
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Thanks Mark, yes I usually do … life is both joy and pain. My Dad is very dear to me and though I lived my life away from my family, I’ve always felt him very near to me.
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Wow.. what a piece.. I really connected with this one.
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this is so powerful and beautiful! I have tears in my eyes remembering my last goodbyes!
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Sadly these are the tears many of us share I think … thanks for sharing your feelings Cybele.
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yes much has been lost and faded- You have the memories of a beautiful country and a strong father
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Very true … thank you Moondustwriter …
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Dear, dear Bastet. Thank you for sharing this memory with us — I wish I knew what more to say — all I can do is send a hug —
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The hug is welcome … I can understand not knowing what to say, I often find that words are inadequate in these situations.
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Ah, cara, cela me touché énormément…vraiment une meme difficile mais je vois à tous les jours que Carpe Diem fait parti de mon deuil…m’aide.
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Thanks you so much Cheryl-Lynn … je t’embrace. xx
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A very evocative, sensitive piece a weaving of a tale that adds another row in the completion of a grieving process, which, adds a new layer to the tapestry – the richness and beauty found in remembering and moving forwards. Beautifully shared Georgia.
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Thank you very much for your lovely comment. I really appreciated it very much.
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