Sunday, January 18, 2009

Now What Was That Title Again?

I saw her before,
She said she was... my daughter?
-then hugged me, crying.

Told my children tales
Of my years coming of age
-almost believe now.

Looking in yearbooks,
A long line of photographs
-where are they all now?

He jumped up on me,
Looking up with those brown eyes
-single memory.

At night you come back,
And we live those times again
-the way we should have.

Copyright 2009

One Single Impression: Fading Memories


anthonynorth said...

Excellent - especially the last. Control those dreams with our fantasy.

SandyCarlson said...

Where are they now? I have wondered this when have looked at my yearbook. And if we could line them up again, would they all have the same hairstyles as they did in the 80s?

Deborah Godin said...

These all feel very 'interior'... like a confidence only able to be partly shared, but that is the emotional appeal they have. Very nicely done.

Beth P. said...

I really appreciated the many facets of memory experience you put into these haiku.

Some from the perspective of an elder that is living primarily from that whiter space...
Beautifully done.

Many thanks!

Tumblewords: said...

A wide range of memories showing life and love - enjoyed!

gmarie said...

Powerful those memories-

Amias said...

Enjoyed these ... but I love the last one, dreams can work wonders!

Anonymous said...

The first and the last really resonated with me. All gorgeous gems though.

MyBellavia said...

I especially enjoyed the first. Human emotion pours from your work here. Thank you.

Jim said...

Edward, here I see a father who doesn't get to visit with his children very often. That is hard.

I saw mine my with 'unlimited' visting priveleges and stil it was not often enough for me. I have those memories you portrayed.

Thank you.

zoya gautam said...

beautifully done..many thanks..