“Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday: Memorial (posted by Frank T.)
Write a haibun that alludes to the concept of memorial in some way.”
On our trip were two ex-soldiers, my father in World War II,
and my husband in Vietnam. Dad’s health had deteriorated.
It was difficult for him to walk, but he was keen on seeing
the World War II Memorial in Washington D.C.
My father got around the best he could, gazing at the fountain,
and the walls of many names. He was awestruck and overjoyed
to be there. When it came to the Holocaust Museum, my husband had to
take him in by wheelchair, against Dad’s protest. I look at the photos
we took that day, so grateful we managed that trip, so sad Dad is gone.
poppies grow in fields
season of Spring has come
everywhere, blood red