Our host at
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai has given us the Prompt “wings” and gave us a few quotes
from Khalil Gibran in Sand and Foam.
However, when I think of wings there are several meanings that come to
mind. This morning I saw a haiku by MarkM Redfearn for this prompt. I did not
know it was an offering to this prompt at the time, but his haiku inspired me
to write something about children, war and wings at “Do not weep for me” But
after reading several times our host’s prompt I am reminded of two situations.
I like how
our host describes how amazing it would be to fly and visit the world, look
down at our planet from above. That would be so cool! As children we believe that some humans can
actually fly. My son certainly did believe in Superman when he was only two and
a half. I was almost nine months pregnant with his little sister and I had gone
into the house for a moment to check something on the stove. We lived in the
country and my son had been playing in the sandbox when I had gone in. When I
came out to join him in the backyard, my neighbor came rushing to me out of
breath. My son had climbed the metal tower for the television antennae and was
on the roof of my neighbour’s house. He
was singing the intro song of the show “Superman”. I called up to him and told him to wait for
mommy to join him, but my tummy was too big to manage the climb. Another
neighbour’s teenager went up for me. My
son believed he could fly…Dear Lord, I was so grateful he had not jumped!
it’s a bird
So when we talk about flying, that story always
comes to mind.
Growing up
as a teenager, I had never really rebelled or given my mother a difficult time like
many teenagers naturally do. My parents had divorced when I was a teen and I
felt even closer to my mother, wanting to protect her and take care of
her. It was when my own marriage ended,
24 years later, I moved 6 hours away from home to start a new life and a new
career. That was the first time I had
actually cut the umbilical cord…really! Indeed,
at 40 something, I was finally spreading my own wings and becoming an
independent woman. I was definitely a late bloomer but better
late than never, right? I could not help but choose a photo of a dove to represent my moving on with my life. In this case we are talking about separating from my mother, Colombe (which means dove)
Our host at
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai has given us the Prompt “wings” and gave us a few quotes
from Khalil Gibran in Sand and Foam.
However, when I think of wings there are several meanings that come to
mind. This morning I saw a haiku by MarkM Redfearn for this prompt. I did not
know it was an offering to this prompt at the time, but his haiku inspired me
to write something about children, war and wings at “Do not weep for me” But
after reading several times our host’s prompt I am reminded of two situations.
I like how
our host describes how amazing it would be to fly and visit the world, look
down at our planet from above. That would be so cool! As children we believe that some humans can
actually fly. My son certainly did believe in Superman when he was only two and
a half. I was almost nine months pregnant with his little sister and I had gone
into the house for a moment to check something on the stove. We lived in the
country and my son had been playing in the sandbox when I had gone in. When I
came out to join him in the backyard, my neighbor came rushing to me out of
breath. My son had climbed the metal tower for the television antennae and was
on the roof of my neighbour’s house. He
was singing the intro song of the show “Superman”. I called up to him and told him to wait for
mommy to join him, but my tummy was too big to manage the climb. Another
neighbour’s teenager went up for me. My
son believed he could fly…Dear Lord, I was so grateful he had not jumped!
it’s a bird
it’s a plane
it’s superman
So when we talk about flying, that story always
comes to mind.
My mother
and I are very very close. Growing up I
always felt connected and even after I married (still young at 19) that bond
was still very strong. In fact, I
remember at 22, we had moved about a thirty minute drive from her and I
experienced separation anxiety for a year. Well, not like a child, but I had developed
pain in my shoulder for a long time and a rheumatologist had told me to figure
out what had changed in my life in the past few months and that that was the
root of my pain. I was quite insulted of
his insinuation that it was psychosomatic but he was right. The pain went away
on its own several months later.
Growing up
as a teenager, I had never really rebelled or given my mother a difficult time like
many teenagers naturally do. My parents had divorced when I was a teen and I
felt even closer to my mother, wanting to protect her and take care of
her. It was when my own marriage ended,
24 years later, I moved 6 hours away from home to start a new life and a new
career. That was the first time I had
actually cut the umbilical cord…really! Indeed,
at 40 something, I was finally spreading my own wings and becoming an
independent woman. I was definitely a late bloomer but better
late than never, right? I could not help but choose a photo of a dove to represent my moving on with my life. In this case we are talking about separating from my mother, Colombe (which means dove)
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Submittted for: Carpe Diem#540, Wings
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/16
Spreading one's wings is sometimes easier said than done.
ReplyDeleteWingless Butterfly
Oh for sure, it is not the fear of falling but the fear of leaving others behind.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a kid I climbed onto the roof and pretended to be the Caped Avenger. With my pink bathrobe tied around my neck as a cape. Oy.
ReplyDeleteOyvey!! He had his treed cape and superman t shirt on too!!
DeleteThose days.... can a mother ever accept it though?
ReplyDeleteGood question...my grandmother never let my mom go, so my mom was somewhat also clutching...I started letting go slowly when my kids were intimately involved with partners...as teens. I never wanted them to feel that guilt that I did.
DeleteTime to spread your wings Cheryl Lynn ... and with your unique way of composing haiku and writing haibun you will find your new goals ... very nice post.
ReplyDeleteKistjaan, thank you so much for your kind words of encouragement. I am pleased you enjoyed this because if you check out my blog at Traces which you know about, I have always been transparent in my writing and haibun is a style that I feel is a bit like sharing a story, preparing for the haiku and giving just enough of yourself as well to make it real .
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