searching
the entire cupboard
for that shawl …
feels like I’ve lost my mother
even before her death
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Neck deep in haiku, her face barely visible, Kala Ramesh, an award winning poet has been instrumental in bringing school kids and college youth into haiku. Her latest obsession: to paint city walls with haiku, to weave in a pause, a breather into our hectic lives!
So touching a moment!
This tanka made me gasp! So beautiful and true…
Yes, this is a fine one (I’d thought I’d left a comment earlier, but I think a lot of things). Anyway, this is a pleasure to read and re-read.
So poignant and lovely.
Oh thank you for this lovely poem. I “find” my mom in an afghan she made 40 years ago, now tattered but so precious. Thank you again