New year full of promise as winter fades to grey
Blue skies remind us that spring is on the way.
Blood red roses with valentine’s love ooze
Rainy days of April splash in shiny black patent shoes.
Bright yellow sunflowers against the garden wall
Wearing mumma’s high heeled sandals to make me look so tall.
Green grass growing wildly under orange summer sun
Blackberry picking and licking purple fingers in autumn fun.
Silver stars a shining against a dark moonlit sky
Brown brindly witches broom at Halloween we fly.
Pink and fluffy slippers for cold and wintery nights
White sparkly lights on the Christmas tree so bright.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
Childhood memory haibun for d’Verse- Haibun monday #28
Joanne and Alyson Abel had a goat. It lived on a messy piece of land adjoining their house which was probably actually their garden. Our garden was similar- a messy piece of land over a footbridge and formed part of a field. It never got mowed it wasn’t that kind of grass. I caught endless fish in a bucket using old stockings and coathangers and always put them back.
I lived and played outdoors in the summer and I don’t remember the rain, I borrowed other people’s distant sheds and turned them into “ganghuts” or dens in Doubledeckers style. I would track the rivers back to streams and back to source and wash stones in the summer sun. I ate gooseberries from the bushes near the Goyt (not it’s real name) which was a dammed swimming hole behind the school which all the children were forbidden to use- but we all did and no-one died, floating in inner tubes late into the day until we heard the din of the mothers cooking dinner and shouting for their off-spring.
Summer glow in heart
Friendships echo through the blue
Water School from the fields
Isle of Man Mill. Courtesy of Wikimedia- Photo by Robert Wade 2011. (My mum worked there as a seamstress)
Isle of Man Mill
It has been a very complex holiday period. We are packing up to move back to England in the New Year and whilst it is a period of reflection on what was and has been, and there is excitement at the prospect of what might now be in our future, the overall prevailing theme has actually been of loss.
It is hard to really describe what happens when you experience sudden and unexpected loss especially when it seems “unfair” not that any death is really fair. The truth is for those whom are closest and suffering the most, things will never really be the same and no amount of platitudes and musings will make it any easier. My heart goes out to Rosie who at the tender age of 17 must now find her own path through life without a mother to share her journey and all I know is that you never really get over losing your mum.
When our children were small it seemed so easy to be able to make things “better”, a sticking plaster for a grazed knee, a promise of a trip to the zoo, pancakes and ice-cream for dinner or a story about a skin horse who was so loved his hair was rubbed off and he became real.
I guess some of the loss is about the loss of being able to protect our children and make everything alright. Rosie must face the world without a mother’s love and I must leave my Ellen behind to make her own footsteps for her future.
Goodnight Katherine and God Bless. May all our children walk forward with courage and lead brave and worthy lives.