Thursday, July 12, 2012

Mother tanka

I took my kids to visit my mother in my hometown last week end. Not a long trip, it usually takes no more than for hours driving. I wrote these two tanka during the visit.

Two tanka for my mother

in wooden armchair
my mother no longer knits
slip, stitch and pass
the piece she made wholeheartedly
was raising a wayward son

the meaning of getting old
my mother told me about
hair loss
I realize how hard it is
to say an early goodbye

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