evening sun
helping my dad
tend the cosmos

 

 

 

(For my dear Dad, Frederick Buckingham, 1914-2012)

Published by

Helen Buckingham

Helen Buckingham lives in Wells, UK. Her work appears regularly in journals and anthologies including: Frogpond, The Heron's Nest, Modern Haiku, Haiku in English: The First Hundred Years (W.W. Norton, 2013) and nada annunaad: an anthology of contemporary world haiku (Vishwakarma Publications, 2016). She won first prize in the Martin Lucas Award, 2016. Her most recent collection is the Touchstone Award shortlisted sanguinella (Red Moon Press, 2017).

9 thoughts on “”

  1. Fall air unfolds memories, sweet laments
    of the Old Man’s last outings. Retelling our stories,
    he and I, with Mugs in that leaf soaked sun,
    as I studied him watching that old dog run

  2. Dear Helen, This is beautiful. My father was born in 1915. I'll share an old poem:

    love for you became her care
    until she joined you there
    grief gives way
    to fields and wind
    and now I hear your voice again

    (Published in Bell's Letters Poet)

    Blessings, Ellen

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