The first time she visited Niagara Falls, she was a teenager, visiting him. Returning thirty years later, brought back old wounds not quite healed. The falls were famous for honeymooners and lovers but that day, they were more…
rumbling falls pouring out her soul mist shielding tears
rumbling falls
rainbow curtain
above white ruffles
pouring out her soul
melting cruel memories
softens the heart
A little bit about moi:
I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human being…a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator.
I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors.
Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka.
I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other.
http://stigmahursteveryone.wordpress.com
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It truly was…I was standing next to my aunt (my father’s sister) and we were silent…she had no idea of my process (never wanted to trouble her) and the mist washed the tears away:)
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
Such a powerful moment.
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It truly was…I was standing next to my aunt (my father’s sister) and we were silent…she had no idea of my process (never wanted to trouble her) and the mist washed the tears away:)
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Cheryllyn, this haiku sequence is absolutely beautiful
much love…
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Thanks so much, Gillena:)
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Cheryl-Lynn such a beautifully heartfelt troiku!
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Thanks so much, I`m pleased you enjoyed it.
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Wonderful set of haiku!
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Thanks so much!! 🙂
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