From Childhood

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday
"Walk With Me Down Memory Lane"  (posted by Lillian)

"So for today’s haibun….I’d like you to do a similar exercise BEFORE you write your haibun. Get a few pieces of blank paper, have pen in hand, close your eyes for a minute and go back as far as you can in time….to your first memories not triggered by a photograph or by family lore. Maybe it’s what your very first house looked like. Maybe you suddenly remember your dad teaching you to ride your first bike. Or what your yard looked like – or the inside of your very best childhood friend’s house. Don’t just use the memory ideas I’ve listed here! Really do the exercise. Just start remembering and jotting down. Now for your haibun, pick one memory you’ve written down and relay it to us. 

NO CHEATING! No quickly saying, “Oh I’ll write about this.” Really do the exercise. I promise….what comes back will surprise you. Force yourself into memories not in photographs; not already written down or told to you by others. Let’s see what we get! You’ll probably jot down more than what you use in your haibun. You may even decide to extend the time, being surprised by what comes to mind!"


When I was a child, no one had ever heard
of lactose-intolerance.  Each time I drank
milk, my stomach rebelled.  Many milk-less 
years passed util I discovered Lactaid.

On the other hand, Mom used to crush up
orange baby aspiring in a spoon of
ginger ale when I was ill.  I still cannot
stand the smell or taste of ginger ale.

     sitting in the sun
     greased with oil and iodine
     I soon switched to shade

https://dversepoets.com/2021/03/01/walk-with-me-down-memory-lane/

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to From Childhood

  1. lillian says:

    The haiku made me smile. And also, as I read your haibun, I suddenly remembered those orange baby aspirn…ours were Bayer childrens’ aspirn. How you still feel about gingerale is how I still feel about eating or drinking anything pink. Why? My mother (and I’m in my seventies) used to give me Pepto Bismol (or however you spell it) for almost any ailment. I HATED it and still can’t tolerate putting anything pink in my mouth!

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