The bitter cold of northern winds sink into her bones. The icy streets on her way home make her shuffle like an old lady. Always fearing another fall, she leans tentatively on her cane.
(troiku)
dreaming of springtime lilacs and cherry blossoms budding promise
dreaming of springtime lovers walking hand in hand kissing under big oak trees
lilacs and cherry blossoms a butterfly’s delight scents of her youth
We are asked to complete the first two lines from Cubby’s poem. I have completed it with a troiku which is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. It is also one of my favourite forms.
(c) OliGagnon 2003
Remembering long ago short family road trips. They had little to say after so many years. The hum of the motor slowly put the children in the back seat to sleep and she was left with her thoughts. She would make up movies in her head where she was another person, vibrant and confidant.
remembering family drives country roads
remembering searching from her window
family drives muted journeys movies in her head
country roads fields of wild flowers endless possibilities
She was always a daydreamer ever since a young child. As she grew up she would change the endings of movies she had seen and create different scenarios. Life is like that! Movies hold only one script of a possibility.
Imagine if fathers would clean the house, cook the meals, do the laundry, shop at the grocery store, bring the children to the doctor and tuck them in! Mothers would come home after a long day at work greeted by their husband holding a chilled glass of white wine or maybe a cup of tea.
Imagine if fathers walked the children to school and talked to the teacher when they had belly aches or that boy kept pulling her hair! Imagine if fathers sat patiently at the kitchen table helping children learn their ABC’s!
Such a silly dream she had in the 1950’s but it would have been a nice change to see.
tripping falling down the stairs who kissed the boo boo?
tripping Daddy catches her before she falls
falling down the stairs someone pushed her heart aches more than flesh
who kissed the boo boo waking up to reality mothers know best
2018 started with residues of 2017 months to heal the soul by the ocean in California and the soul slowly mended. Yet, the body takes so much longer to heal. This was a year of change, negotiating her first collective agreement…something she never thought she would ever take part in but thinking of her peers, she wanted to give as much as she could to these angels who make a difference in the lives of youths and heroes of the night.
Positive change is on the rise comingled with a tsunami of
service demands. Let’s try to focus on
the positive changes and see how they can manage the flood of demands a wee bit
better.
The summer was blessed with a trip to Mexico celebrating the
promise of forever love between her son and his new bride. A beach wedding and
dining by the ocean at sunset. How can
one not embrace life and love!?
Here we are the last day of 2018 and she still feels like
she is playing catch-up. 2018, a year of
shedding tears, not enough to fill an ocean but certainly enough to fill a
lake, a river or pond. She wonders how fresh water fish could thrive in salt
water.
Today, she listens to their pain for the last time this year. She feels her joints screaming blue murder. Is it possible to have sympathy pains in your body for the emotional suffering of others? The more the hours move forward, she feels her body get heavier and heavier (no wait, that might be the chocolates and mid-afternoon pastries!). Ah, yes, comfort food…soothing taste buds feeling like that nice cookie and milk mama gave after she had fallen and she had kissed her boo boo.
Picture at Olivier`s wedding
embracing moments
wedding vows by the ocean
barefoot on the beach
embracing moments
rolling with the waves
salt water floater
wedding vows by the ocean
even spirits are moved
Mom’s picture fell
barefoot on the beach
playful and delightful
celebrating love
Tournesol dans un Jardin 