cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Haiku: Revelation

Two flats abandoned
In the patio garden
Sad and neglected

Then one bright morning
Garden peppered with red blooms
Flats nowhere in sight

Plant fairy at work
All is ready for summer
With wave of trowel.

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Haiku: Commencement Procession

Time to celebrate
Earmarks of accomplishment
Footsteps on your path

The neighborhood pets
Your special menagerie
You fed and you walked

Learning a new skill
You looked after the swimmers
A stalwart lifeguard

Veterinarian’s
Assistant you tackled next
Skillful shot-giving

You were on a roll
Becoming camp counselor
And learning to drive

All the while at school
Mostly sailing through classes
Sometimes you floundered

Previous learning
Folds now into Commencement
You begin again

College in Autumn
Time of leaves turning and change
You are on your way

Dear grandson Bobby
March to your chosen drumbeat
You’ve got what it takes

Dedicated to my grandson Bobby upon his graduation from high school June 2, 2017

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Haiku: Water Music

Quiet drizzly rain
Pinging drops on window pane
Mesmerizing sound

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Haiku: Canine Roomba

Mother’s Day dinner
Grandma’s plate took a tumble
Inelegant scene

Whistled to clean up
Max licked up crumbs with gusto
Trusty pre-tech tool

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Deja Vu

Early in the month of May five years ago I had “the talk” with my husband that got the wheels rolling for me to be sitting here at my computer telling this part of my story. For a great while my heart had longed to move to Cleveland and live near my family. And so on that sunny May day I gathered my courage and asked my husband to help me figure out how to make my dream a possibility. Of all the ways I expected him to reply he surprised me by immediately saying he would help me. He was aware that I had not been happy for a while, and neither was he. I remember the tenderness of this moment when we both acknowledged we were ready to let go of our marriage. I think it was one of our finest moments.

The next months were a whirlwind of making the arrangements necessary to pack up and begin my life anew. It was three months and two days after that talk that I arrived in Cleveland to stay. My time here has borne rich fruit. I spend good times close to family members, especially my growing grandchildren. We share in celebrations and hardships as a family. It is a precious surprise to find I have a life and friends of my own here. I have even allowed myself to enjoy the gift of being my own person apart from family members. I consider myself settled in my new home in every way. The other day it was a real jolt to discover strong feelings I still have for my former home.

Recently a couple of my friends and I went to a Book Discussion Day. We learned that Virginia Woolf’s novels influenced the writing of the featured author. One friend decided to read Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway and explore this idea. She invited me to read the book and discuss it with her. I remembered that Virginia Woolf was one of the Bloomsbury school of writers. I also thought I remembered that the small group of town houses I called home in Chicago was called Bloomsbury Townhomes. To check my memory I Googled the name Bloomsbury and my street address. Suddenly there appeared on my computer screen pictures of the sidewalk in front of my house and a low brick wall beside it. I could see the Jewish Day Nursery and its playground across the street from me. The sound of children always made me happy. Seeing these familiar scenes took my breath away. My chest tightened and I cried. I could not believe what I was feeling. I thought I had said good-bye to Chicago. I had packed up and moved the things that really mattered. My dream of living close to my¬†family was a reality. So why was I overcome with emotion ?

I could leave my husband. I could let go of almost all my books, many household items – mine and some that were my mother’s, clothes and even furniture and never look back. What I could not erase was the sense of place that encompassed me and the home I inhabited for almost twenty years. I will never want to erase living through good times and growing pains¬†that I experienced there. It has found its place inside me as part of my whole. I am grateful.

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Haiku: Domestic Arrangements

Iron patio chairs
May lounge lazy in sunshine
Still work must be done

Mulch-filled wheelbarrow
Orange colored old veteran
Readied for service

Alas weather changed.
Backup wheelbarrow rolled out
And placed up-side-down

Like sugar bowl lid
Covering earthy compost
It keeps off the rain

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