The day after Father's Day
pre-dawn silence
thoughts of my father
in the past tense
Note: This haiku is a sequel to my haiku sequence below:
A Man of Few Words
(A haiku sequence for my father who was born in mainland China, lived most of his adult life in Taiwan, died and was buried there in 2022)
a lone star
Father's dreamworld becomes
his hospice window
the slanted beam
of a winter sun ...
Father's last smile
morning chill
a part of me lowered
with Father's coffin
sleepless again
I hear Father crying out
Mama, I'm coming home
this dream loop:
Father rides on my shoulders
into the Taiwan Strait
Father waving his hand
just before I wake up ...
this false dawn
Added:
Pacific sunrise --
alone after a storm
I listen
to the flat calm
of my inner world
Added: reading between the lives and writing between the lines, LXX
one by one
friends leave me in Toronto
for small towns
they fancy a house with a lawn,
a backyard pool and dogs
FYI: Toronto Star, Oct. 22, 2022: ‘An exodus of families’: Toronto’s decline in children should be an election issue: We are all familiar with dystopian narratives of societies where children are scarce. Toronto is in danger of becoming such a place.
As Ontario’s population ages and relies on immigration for expansion, children represent a shrinking percentage of the overall total. Some critics have summed up the failures in a single word: housing. As in there simply isn’t enough for families, neither in suitable forms nor at attainable prices.
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