Saturday, 26th April 2025
My mother and her haiku
She told me her haiku that she made when her elder brother passed away.
I was shocked.
I haven't known how deep her grief was until today.
When he was dead I was 16 or 17 years old and I was quite rebellious.
She must have her notebook filled with her haiku.
If I could publish them, people would see her world.
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