#243 of 365 – 5 Haiku about my father…and things

5 Haiku my father…and things


shadow so heavy

it frightened me from my sleep

dreams of the unknown



no clear memory

marks my path from three years old

when something happened



lungs and spirit crushed

life became darkness and fear

in my father’s arms



I throw stones deep in

the lake of my past, and wait

to feel the ripples



is Daddy sorry

now that I’ve made my mantle

home to his ashes?



I can’t remember

but only feel what happened

but, is that enough?



About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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4 Responses to #243 of 365 – 5 Haiku about my father…and things

  1. pi314chron says:

    What a burden you must be bearing………I’m so sorry I have no magic words to help you deal with the pain…..


  2. Starralee says:

    This was too familiar, as it was age 3 or 4 for me also–and my father was presumed drowned by the time I was 5. “No clear memory marks my path”–that’s the way I’ve lived.

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