The preacher and his wife, had been married fifteen years. Time had become their enemy until finally they were blessed with their first and only child. They were so grateful they named their cherubic daughter, Grace. She was a kind and docile child who sang like a bird. As young as four, she would sit in the garden in their backyard chanting. Sunflowers and daisies had become her audience along with stray cats, squirrels, birds and even insects.
A little bit about moi:
I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human being…a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator.
I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors.
Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka.
I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other.
http://stigmahursteveryone.wordpress.com
Namaste!
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11 thoughts on “the preacher’s daughter (haibun)”
beautiful story and poem 🙂 She is truly grace personified 🙂
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beautiful story and poem 🙂 She is truly grace personified 🙂
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Thank you, I started off with a tragedy and I took over my muse. I wanted only beauty in this response.
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It is a beautiful response. What was the tragedy?
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My muse first pictured a child finally born to an older couple who gets hit by a drunk driver later and they named their church after her.
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oh wow that is tragic
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I know and I preferred something pleasant.
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A wise choice, especially for a Friday. Leave us with a smile on our face as we march into the weekend 🙂
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We have enough with hyped up media.
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You are quite right 😦
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That’s gorgeous. With friends who had the same problem, I can relate to this story perfectly. Brilliant.
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Thank you, I’m pleased you could relate to it.
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