Lingering day – haibun for dVerse

You called and I could hear the pain in your voice. It’s hard for you, to have to travel so far, and face such sadness at the end of the journey. It’s not a burden I can share. All I can do is check you in, hold the fort, do the washing, make sure this moving back and forth is as easy as possible. I wish I could do more.

Nobody warned me that the future always comes at such a price. We move on, gaining and losing all the time. We have no choice in this.

roses are fading
light lingers in the garden
twilight comes gently

16 thoughts on “Lingering day – haibun for dVerse

  1. I agree with Bjorn about his comparison with Dylan Thomas’s ‘Do not go gently…’. Your haibun breaks my heart, Sarah, reminds me of my mum and that wish to do more. I agree whole-heartedly with ‘Nobody warned me that the future always comes at such a price’. Your haiku gave me solace.

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  2. Oh my Sarah. such a heartbreaking haibun. ‘Nobody warned me that the future always comes at such a price’ Perhaps it is best that it comes without warning. But the haiku at the end…such solace and peace in it.

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  3. I want to read so much into this. I thought of a child leaving the next, off to college–or even, perhaps, the loss that comes with death. But the reality is that life is full of letting-go. I do hope that there is no laundry to do after this life, though!

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  4. Dear Sarah
    The prose of your haibun (such beautiful, rhythmical prose) speaks of the unavoidable pain of living. It’s wrenchingly sad, and yet it is accepting with rather more than philosophical resignation; you could almost say it is affirmative of life through pain. You then confirm this with your lovely haiku, As qbit says, the last line is perfect.
    This will help me with my mother. Her twilight is imminent; you have encouraged me to stay closer and show her more love. Thank you for that.

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  5. The prose resonates with me as my sister is currently suffering due to her health situation, like my mother ~ Very sad when this happens and the whole family is affected ~ Love your haiku ending with gentle arrival of the twilight ~

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  6. You’ve expressed a truism that so many face. The shifting of the parenting role as our parents age….I thought of it as moving forward but like a spiral…when you draw a spiral horizontally you move your pen forward, then arc up and then backwards a bit and then forward….but the aging process has the spiral receding…..a crisis of health that resolves, but not quite to the original level….moving forward, but at a lesser level…if that makes sense. Haiku and prose….beautifully expressive here.

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