[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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Tear Catcher

valley

How many more miles…left in this Valley of Baca?  No horizon in sight, blurry eyes. Manufactured tears? I think not. They flow like no tomorrow.

 

Oh turn back oh time, turn back! Linger a little longer and taste the memory of care!!

The salt cleanses and purifies; yet sorrow knocks gently echoing the pounding of my heart.

Comfort approaches awakens awareness of His presence, not wiping away, but rather catching and containing each of the preciousness drops as liquid gold plops into that crystal vase of mine only mine, handmade by the lifter of my head and the healer of my heart, my creator who knew of today, and prepared to meet me here, there, wherever where.

Tears welcome here.

It’s okay to cry here.

Still here.

Still.

Be.

Tiptoe tears. Tiptoe.

Hold me.

Still.

As promised.

Again.

Look …there are pools!

 

 

 

 

Remembrance

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Please take a moment of silence to remember loss of loved ones, their families and those of us that remain in the land of the living on this tragic day in history.

When I posted this, it was the eve of September 10, 2014 in my time zone. I woke aghast to see that it shows September 11, 2014….talking about ice cream…banging my head on the desk and holding my heart.***

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