Hi Roberta, I still remember leaving home to go to college in 1972. My mother said good-bye at the back door, as she went downstairs, probably to do some laundry. Lovely poem. Best wishes to you and your family.
Lovely poem, moving me back in memory to that last summer before college – my own departure and many years later my son's – Thanks for the beauty of your words…
This came to mind: It's winter here in Alberta, my daughter and son-in-law live in my basement suite, and they've just split up. He's packed and left and yet he's still here.
October 9th, 2013 at 11:14 am
Wonderful haiku but with strong overtones of poignancy.
indian summer
the child still at home
already gone
—Roberta Beary
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am I the ghost
of a child who died before me?
autumn deepens
Alan Summers
Publications credits: Haiku Novine ISSN 1451-3889 (December 2012)
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October 9th, 2013 at 12:55 pm
powerful, touching and beautiful
October 10th, 2013 at 11:24 am
Hi Roberta, I still remember leaving home to go to college in 1972. My mother said good-bye at the back door, as she went downstairs, probably to do some laundry. Lovely poem. Best wishes to you and your family.
golden sun
on gold leaves
unconditional love
Ellen
October 11th, 2013 at 2:31 pm
Lovely poem, moving me back in memory to that last summer before college – my own departure and many years later my son's – Thanks for the beauty of your words…
November 22nd, 2013 at 9:43 am
This came to mind: It's winter here in Alberta, my daughter and son-in-law live in my basement suite, and they've just split up. He's packed and left and yet he's still here.