Senryu 1

misty Fall mourning 
reflecting on polished wood
proud sons send him home

Author's Note

Reflecting on my father's funeral three years ago.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

beautifully written....i was somehow able to talk to my father today...at the assisted living facility...he usually can't talk on the phone at all..he heard a little...he is 97---

we are lucky for as long as we can have our parents...my mom passed two years ago.

i love the second line of this poem...so many meanings come to mind.

[James]

Thank you so much, Jacob, yes very lucky to have them for as long as we do. My mother is still living, cancer got my father at 58. For some reason yesterday morning he popped into my head. I'm glad you liked this.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I was only six when my Dad died, so I really envy the time you had...it really is precious, as is the time we have with our siblings.

You pay good attention to detail, "reflecting on polished wood"...I liked that!

[James]

thank you, I woke up thinking about him that morning and it just came out. We buried him on a foggy morning in November and that's the p[icture i remember.

[Kelly Scheppers]

What day, may I ask? My mom died on the 11th...and I too remember the weather. How ironic, what our mind keeps in tact! Nice talking to you, James!

[James]

He died on Halloween night but wasn't buried until the next week.

[Papaya]

A simple but beautiful reflection. I think your last line is just perfect.

[James]

Thank you so much.

[emmajoy]

A beautiful and perfect senryu sadness.

[James]

Thank you emmajoy, It is sad, but in the end, his suffering was over and all his son's (my brothers) got together for the first time in years.

[emmajoy]

Happens, doesn't it. Life is full of four.wheeler reunions: baptisms, wedding and funerals. As you rightly say, that long sweet sleep is a welcome relief for those in pain.