I’m not a poet, or even what some will call a proper writer. But the Haiku form has always fit well with the way my words want to flow. I’m riding the pattern, 5 - 7 - 5, not struggling to fit the words into it. So here I begin using Haiku as I muse Mortality, Loss, and Grief.
As Mother leaves me
Not in body but in mind
I lose who we were
She alone carried
The bits of life from before
My remembering
I alone carry
The bits of life from before
Her own forgetting
Carole, I'm afraid I have to argue that you are, indeed, a poet
This is palpable ❤️