Thursday, December 1, 2016

air


It is the time of year to change out the flowers on my parents' grave.  The cemetery is one of those perpetual care places.  Mom bought the plots, four at the time, in the 1960's.  Sissy and I were still kids at home so there needed to be four graves .... just in case.  Years later Mom gave two of the graves to my uncle in exchange for a car.  Now instead of my younger sister or I being there next to them, it is our first cousin.  A handsome man in his late 60's that died from complications of ALS.  There were no flowers on his grave...



autumn evening
air hangs heavily above
the graves

©  petra domina

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CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI

16 comments:

  1. A very sad ending to the prose. Well-written

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  2. A very sad ending to the prose. Well-written

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    1. Thank you, Hamish. Been a while since I did a decent haibun.

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  3. Hari om
    This serves as cousin's marker... YAM xx

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    1. It is sad to see Jerry's marker. He was a dashing young man and elegant in the way of Cary Grant as he grew older. janice xx

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    1. Thank you for the kind comment. Seems more somber this time of year.

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  5. Sobering, that last line of the prose really touched me. Well done.

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  6. Sobering, that last line of the prose really touched me. Well done.

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    1. Thank you, jazzy. Between the location and proximity to my 70th birthday it is kinda sobering.

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    1. Your post had been a part of the inspiration.

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