Good-bye
Just two syllables
They appear quite harmless
Sometimes they are not
The prompt inspired me to try a bit of haiku, and that:
This Friday marked 17 years since my brother Joseph left this plane of existence.
He was my only sibling.
I remember shortly after the funeral I dreamed that he came to say good-bye to me.
I remember reaching out to touch his reddish beard.
It felt so real.
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A lovely, bittersweet poem.
Lovely post. Reading all the posts about goodbyes it occurs to me that while we keep our memories of loved ones they are never reallt gone, and perhaps sometimes the memories are real enought to touch.
It was real, if were not you would never have remembered it.
I believe you. It must have been real.
Very, very nice, Frances. Waving back at you from the left coast.
I love the haiku. Touching, slightly sad words here, I think.
Dear Frances,
My breath caught as I read “I remember reaching out to touch his reddish beard.” Wonderful way to mark the 17 yrs you’ve missed him.