Haiku Monday: Memory

California;

seeing Mama's memory

in Evening Primrose

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About the Haiku:

Apparently my grandmother gave my grandfather the heave ho. So he stole my mom out of the house in Louisianna and spirited her away to a dusty place in California. She was raised by a wild outdoorsy irish man and his mama, my great grandmother, and an extended cast of characters rich in aunts and uncles. I've seen the pictures, know that she was bit by a snake or maybe it was almost bit and often traveled by train because my grandaddy worked for the railroad. The fragrant air of New Mexico and the flowers in California brought my mother's voice to me; telling stories about her childhood out west. She would have spent a trip in the same way I did; in a love affair with the plants and animals and farms and weather; tidal pools and rabbits on the road and the dogs; my mom would want to meet all the dogs. What follows is a valentine to both my moms. Thank you Judith, for a wonderful visit and for being such a good friend to me. Thank you Mom, for the eternal flame of love that burns like Polaris to guide me through this extraordinary life.