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
2 comments:
dark nights warmth
each patch in histories quilt
a known breath
My humble echo. _m
Thank you so much. This is a lovely echo.
Adelaide
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