LONG FOR HIM

My First Writing

My son, Christopher occasionally sends me postcards from Vashon, an island off Seattle, Washington.  Each postcard reflects a moment of where his life is taking him, especially by the words he writes on the postcards.  I cherish them all because it is good to know where and how he is trekking.  There, his life seems stable, he’s blooming according to his passions and talents.  I believe he has found some degree of happiness there and that notion is a great comfort to me.

The rest of this story depends on him.  I hope one day to complete this…my first short story.

HAIKU

DREAMING YOUR RETURN

ECSTATIC BY YOUR SURPRISE

NOW I CAN DIE CONTENT

…remarkable, how this turned out to be a Haibun followed by a Haiku…