Yellowing Memories, IX
surging Pacific ...
on its other shore mom waved
I wave back in dreams
FYI: This could be read as a prequel to my haiku below:
wind-torn clouds
the surging winter ocean
between mom and me
And This could be read as a sequel to my tanka prose below:
The Point of No Return
On the day of my emigration to Canada, a land of maple leaves and snowflakes that will eventually bury my past.
a parting
of summer clouds
mother
lets go of my hand
. . . and of my heart
Ribbons, 16:1, Winter 2020
