skipping back
to her childhood
a young mother
Chrysanthemum 31, October 2023
This poem is about my wife when she was a young mother, playing with our son in the yard.
At the time of writing this haiku, which was about two years ago, I recalled how enthusiastic she was about skipping and how she had brought her skipping rope in her baggage when she came to live with us after marriage — as if she had brought a part of her girlhood with her.
Watching her skip backward that evening, I tried to imagine how her childhood would have been even as she played with her own child.