These are from earlier in the week. The memories move back and forth in my heart, sometimes at the front, sometimes at the back, always there.
My peace is the belief in the communion of saints. As C.S. Lewis writes about the mother, it is “a comfort to the eternal spirit within her. But not to her motherhood. The specifically maternal happiness must be written off. Never, in any place or time, will she have her son on her knees, or bathe him, or tell him a story, or plan for his future, or see her grandchild.”
These haikus reflect that reality…our reality.
Daddy
He sits on a chair
Wishing her to sing her a song
Rocking her to sleep
No song will come out
She is already asleep
On her way to light
Tears fill up his eyes
A man who almost never cries
Cries to say goodbye
Silence fills the room
For death has taken her home
Little baby girl
…
Me
Filled with emptiness
Memories of silence
Warm blanket on her
Goodbye my sweet girl
For long I will not see you
Till I come to you
A life lived in fear
Waiting for another grief
Mark left on my heart
I don’t know your cry
I never saw you alive
I don’t know your touch
