Thursday, January 22, 2015



My circle is shrinking. For years it expanded.  Yes, there were gaps when someone left, but others came. Always more. Grandma and Grandpa gone. A new uncle and twin cousins came. Aunts and uncles gone. A brother-in-law, a niece and nephews filled their spots. A husband, children, grandchildren and friends kept the circle expanding. It was a loose circle, but so wide for so long it was easy to ignore time and the loosening of someone’s hand until it slipped away.  And they do slip, some slowly and painfully–cancer, emphysema;  some instantly–a lightning strike, a heart attack. It does no good to hold on tightly. I do anyway.

blowing bubbles
before they leave the wand
each one is mine


UHTS Cattails samurai haibun contest, FIRST PLACE, December 2014


Magyar said...

dark nights warmth
each patch in histories quilt
a known breath

My humble echo. _m

Adelaide said...

Thank you so much. This is a lovely echo.