MEMORIES II
he came poor
with needles and thimble
to a far land
his vision and life
pass on through me
a walnut brown face
from hours in the sun
tending his garden
on a cold, wet morning
he is lowered into the earth
Modern English Tanka
March 2005
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daffodil tips through patches of snow are the first sign they send me rushing to wear something yellow TSA Anthology
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enjoyed these 2 tanka
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