this haibun was first published on Haibun Today
October 16, 2008
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THOSE GOOD OLD SCHOOL DAYS
Mother talks to me of walks to her country school, along honeysuckled-scented lanes
of hawthorns and high hedges, collecting chestnuts on the way, to skin and string, to
play conkers with our aunt Serena. She asks, “Remember, you sat behind me?” Then,
silence. She looks away. She dislikes me watching her walking in and out of heir-loomed
rooms, lost, looking for something familiar. Today, with glee, she screams she’s found me:
“Ah, there you are, Serena!”
her sister is dead
has been for ten years
and I am
my mother’s
darling daughter
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©barbaraataylor2008
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