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.
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…