My mom died peacefully not having to go to the next stage of morphine, so we had her company, until she made an excuse, and we left the room, and she died within the short time we in a lounge area.
The two phrases are subtly paired, 'good days of focus and mood, and health' along with 'scattered sunlight' and scattered moments, while in a garden, it seems.
My mom was too ill to go out, even with the garden right outside, she couldn't look out. That was very sad, as she loved designing the garden she finally got and deserved after working incredibly hard from the age of 14 years old. But we had a lot of laughs, and packed as many as we could, into that last year.
Thank you for your haiku, deeply appreciated.
Now it's heading towards Christmas, not necessarily a time she was keenly interested in, for the last 30 years, but…
my mother's voices
move within me
Asahi Shimbun (Japan) 1st January 2016
Alan, thank you for taking the time to respond to my haiku. Your kind words and reflections on your mother's illness are much appreciated.
I quite like your 'mulled wine'. The use of the 'm' sound adds to the warmth of the ku. I'm also intrigued by the use of 'voices'. I picture you hearing not only different ages but also different moods in her voice. Very effective!