Mum has passed from our hands
to God's;
her spirit soars, dancing in freedom.
My mother has been constrained by illness for the last four years and she has been bedbound for the last year. May she be in peace now. I wrote this haiku exactly a month ago -the haiku seemed to have been given to me as I woke at 2.30am with the words ready formed in my head. She died this morning.
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The patterns of our memory are shaped by vivid moments which we can recall like photographs even though the surrounding events are lost to us. Photographs trap moments of time and in a different way so do haiku. Both can be distillations of truth;both fascinate me.
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