Published by Tournesol
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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Small but beautifully woven words
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Thank you, small because a tanka has 5 lines 🙂
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If her last symphony has starlight stars and radiance – i do so hope she is doing well
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Aw, yes, well, as I see it the radiance is following that white light to a wonderful place.
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With the last breath still improving.
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Actually the breathing stops…it is how I saw my mom and her father pass…radiance of that white light.
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beautiful!
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Thanks so much!
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