speaking

speaking
of compassion . . .
she pins up my hair

This haiku was published in Time Of Singing (1996).

I remember when my mother braided my long hair before school, and then when she was very old, I brushed her long hair.  Now many of the people who cut my hair so well seem young enough to be grandchildren!  They tell me their stories and are kind.  It is amazing, thinking back over some years of health challenges and losses, how kindness transforms a day.

I’m following the Worker’s Haiku–the February Per Diem feature–at The Haiku Foundation, and remembered this old poem.  http://www.thehaikufoundation.org

Blessings, Ellen