Haibun Monday, and Frank asks us to
adapt a concept that alludes to
MEMORIAL in some way.
Submitted to dVerse
May 27, 2019
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I stand with my hand on a weathered stone in
the old pioneer cemetery that lies in a peaceful
glade surrounded by trees and hallowed silence.
“Sarah Sampson lies here”, it says, and I know
her to be my 5th great grandmother. Five
generations have come and gone since Sarah
and William left the Virginia plantation on
Culpeper Mountain to pioneer this raw, new
land called the Indiana Territory just north of
the Ohio River. Five generations of strong
women have lived and loved, laughed and
wept, and borne their babies. I honor
their memory.
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hand on weathered stone
honor generations passed
I carry the torch
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Bev, this is so moving, and the haiku is excellent!. I miss not having a clue who my ancestors are having been born into an orphanage in Cincinnati with no clue who my mother was. Efforts over the decades to find a hint have failed. But I really enjoyed your haibun.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you feel comfort in knowing your family history. Your haibun resonates with me.
ReplyDeleteOh what a history... five generations back, what a torch to carry.
ReplyDeleteMarvelous, Bev! Your memorial to your ancestors mirrors our nation's early history. You tell it with such moving imagery!
ReplyDeleteThis is an awesome tribute to those strong women in your past!
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