[haiku] Clutter

dadSo today we declutter

My husband and I

I found this painting

Canvased from my memory

Just two days after

I returned from my home town

 

It had rained a lot back there

for January

lots of people came

to commemorate his life:

our dad, her husband, their friend

 

The day after his service

We went to the mall

Debarking the car

Mom and I froze, stunned

 

Dead winter sky exposes

a rainbow’s promise

Offering us lasting hope

Of life hereafter

...

 Moment cast in time

Three years have since passed

Gave the painting to my mom

mem’ries don’t depart

clutter oh clutter

depart from my heart

 

letting go of attachment

to things  – not my dad

 

This year I will be [blank}ty

He’ll be ninety-four

Oh, would that I could, just once

knock and open heaven’s door.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Giant

@HelenC. Your post about dad as a giant, yet human has echoed in my mind through the Summer and often since you originally posted, how often the opportunity for relationship to mature and stay the same somehow. To my readers, visit Helen’s blog and enjoy!

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This is my submission for Cee’s Black & White Challenge: Large Subjects

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Every little girl thinks her dad is a giant. He could lift her up to touch stars, laugh with such a force that shakes the ground, and scare monsters away just by showing them his face.

My dad was my giant… for many years.

One day when I was in junior high Dad took me to downtown by letting me ride in the back of his bike. When we reached a big hill, he started peddling hard, but it didn’t take me long to realize that he couldn’t make it to the top. How could this be possible? My dad CAN do anything!

I leaned forward, moved my body back and forth, and lifted myself off the seat… I wanted to reduce my weight so Dad could make it to the top.

After some struggling, Dad got off…

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