Haibun Monday at dVerse, and we're
challenged to write a haibun on "beginning… again"
I am reminded of a childhood song we used
to sing on the school bus ...
"I knew a man named Michael Finnegan
He grew whiskers on his chin again
Along came a wind and blew them in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan begin again"….and it
would be repeated endlessly!
Presented to dVerse
January 6, 2020
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It has been a winter of sorrows and farewells. It’s
difficult to think of beginnings when reeling
from three funerals and the overwhelming feeling
that the pieces of my life are falling away. Yet each
day brings a beginning…granted a beginning of life altered
by loss of familiar voices and dear faces, but a beginning
to prepare for move into a new home in Spring, the
joy of watching the lives of youngsters in the family
as their lives unfold, and the blessed assurance that
Spring will come again.
bleakness of winter
a time to anticipate
Spring’s new beginning
A blog for the midnight epiphanies and idle thoughts of a hopeless wordaholic.
So sorry for the loss of persons close to you. May the New Year bring you renewed hope and rejuvenation.
ReplyDeleteBeverly, so lovely to read you again. I am sorry for your losses, and share your gratitude for each day we are granted, no small gift at our time of life. Take care!
ReplyDeleteWe sang that song as a 'round' in girl guides. 😊
ReplyDeleteFaith and hope are the tools to fix us up for 2020
Happy you dropped by my blog today Bev
Much🎆love
Sorrows breaking forth into tomorrows new beginnings! Filled with mixed emotions. It is okay! Don't try to separate them. Lovely haiku!
ReplyDeleteJinx or coincidence, and it is no lie, I had the same thought when I saw the prompt – Michael Finnegan!
ReplyDelete'm so sorry for your losses. It seems to me this winter is one we all want to forget, Bev. My best friend lost her partner and Toni lost her husband, and we lost my father-in-law earlier this year. The anniversary of my mother’s death is this Thursday. After that, I am hoping for a new beginning. I’m pleased to read that yours will be in a new home – will that be closer to family?
I have been living with my son and his wife for the past 6 years. My son is retiring, and this is a move for the three of us into an over 55 community. He is excited at the prospect of no leaves to rake and no snow to shovel!
Deleteoh. i salute how you write hope amid grief. have a blessed new year
ReplyDeleteGood work Bev!
ReplyDeleteEach end is also a beginning, maybe not for the better but still something else. It is good to find some positive things to focus on.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry for your recent losses, Bev. Hope the move this spring will be a wonderful beginning.
ReplyDeleteI can hear the discipline of joy amidst sorrow in your haibun. thank you
ReplyDeleteThis thing we call life is an perpetual cycle of life and death. I'm sorry you're feeling this more acutely these days, Beverly.
ReplyDeleteBeverly, so sorry for your losses. It never gets easier to bear, but it is a part of life. wishing you all the best!
ReplyDeleteI'm so very sorry for the personal losses you've faced in the past year. I think sometimes, the hardest thing to realize when we lose a loved one is how in the world everything can keep going on as if nothing happened. Everything is the same outside....cars on the road, people going to work, grocery shopping still a necessity...everything the same on the outside when inside, we feel this abject hollow and emptiness...and a silent screaming for everything to just stop!!! And realize...and sigh....and know that something important has been lost.
ReplyDeleteI so agree, Lillian. December left me reeling with three losses in rapid succession. Christmas came and went in a bit of a blur. You express my feelings quite well.
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