Yes,it’s been awhile since I participated on TJ’S weekly HaiKu challenge, but here it goes. For those out there who have lost parents yet ‘know’ they are still with them in the pieces of history and memory they’ve left behind.
That cushion, that lamp, those glasses. It’s like she’s still with me. just as I see my father’s face in the mirror every morning, I see mom all around me in the small pieces we have kept from their 50 years of marriage.
Sometimes, if I’m very quiet in the middle of the night… i hear her singing to me. I see both her and dad in my dreams. Somehow they are both still here, watching over me. I hope they are pleased with what they see.
Still With me
A whoosh of cool air
Did someone leave the door cracked?
Or was that you mom?