drying
her orange bowl
I think of Mom
in the kitchen
where I sense her still
.
.
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drying
her orange bowl
I think of Mom
in the kitchen
where I sense her still
.
.
©️2020 Ontheland
Ontheland 
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #6: Janice’s latest #tanka!
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Thank you, Frank 🙂
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😇
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It’s those completely ordinary, everyday, always in use things that keep memories alive, not the expensive gifts.
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Yes that’s what I have noticed too.
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🙂
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Oh, that sense of love and loss and presence. Love this one, Janice. On this day, February 29, 1924, my mom was born. She had fun being a leap-year baby!
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Our mothers were close in age … mine born on the 29th as well, but of May, 1925. I’m happy you felt the poem.
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