Haibun Monday #28 – “Childhood Experiences”


The theme this week  is “Childhood Experiences”


My aging neighbours are moving out. I’m standing in front of their house remembering the family who lived there when I was a kid. Its long ago now and my memory is clouded by time. But I recall a Sunday afternoon in the autumn following my mother to this house. She went in and there must have been news because she came out upset. Our neighbour was holding her, hugging her. Signs of affection were rare with my parents. But this day I remember my mother being held. Mum’s mother had died. We’d made numerous trips to the hospital over the previous weeks and I don’t recall why we weren’t there at this time. Mum cried that day and like so much of my childhood did all she could to shelter me from the world of adults.


out of our old house

autumn leaves litter the ground

one life concludes


Written for: https://dversepoets.com/2017/01/09/haibun-monday-28/

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41 Responses to Haibun Monday #28 – “Childhood Experiences”

  1. willowdot21 says:

    Protection that is a mother’s Job!

  2. It’s interesting how we hold onto parts of a memory even when we don’t know all of what was going on at the time. And the circumstances that will trigger such a memory can be quite unexpected. Thanks for sharing this nice piece about your mom.

  3. I think kids could use a little more sheltering these days – so much for an unfolding of reality as they age.

  4. Grace says:

    The adults try as long as they could ….but we grow up quickly and learn the sadness of a loved one passing away ~ Thanks for sharing Michael ~

  5. frankhubeny says:

    One doesn’t expect to see one’s parents cry. I still remember by Dad’s tears when my brother died.

  6. I find it interesting of what parts of our childhood we keep in memory. Great haibun.

  7. Lyn says:

    Excellent post for the prompt Michael.

  8. I remember clearly the times I saw either parent cry. We were a lot more shielded then. Beautiful poem, Michael.

  9. Sometimes I think that parents shelter too much. Children are quite perceptive and will realize that they are being sheltered or worse… Maybe it can take a lifetime to lay the puzzle and understand the emotion that they carry inside… Even it it’s with the best intentions.

  10. MarinaSofia says:

    I agree with Bjorn – I often feel I have sheltered my children too much. But how to tell them all the things I despair about myself?
    I like the parallel structure between one old couple moving out and the death of your grandmother – the end of a way of life.

  11. welshstream says:

    Well crafted and the haiku is quite excellent. It’s tough knowing when to shelter and when not I’ve tended to err on the latter and it seems to have been the right path so far!

  12. Kathy Reed says:

    As a grandparent I often wonder how much I over or under protected my kids and grandkids….hoping it was a good balance so they would grow without fear, but who knows?

  13. C.C. says:

    Your poem captures strongly the complex struggle that mothers have in balancing their own needs/desires (give in to grief, for example) with what they feel compelled to do as mothers (protect children from loss).

  14. It is such a fine balance and I too was always kept away from funerals with the best of intentions. Even when it is experieced as a wrong decision the intention behind it is always based on love and good intentions.

  15. Bryan Ens says:

    Even shelters, though, it seems that kids can often sense that ‘something’s wrong’

  16. Miss Lou says:

    Beautifully written. What struck me most in this piece was the fact that you are reflecting on memories from the same house you lived as a child. Have you pretty much stayed in the same place since your childhood?

    My childhood wasn’t very ‘organised’ and we moved around all the time. I can’t remember ever staying in the same place for more than a year or 2 at most. Not until I became an adult and made the decision to ‘Stop Moving’.

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