I was never really a particularly chatty person. I always had my nose in a book, and I could never abide foolishness much. I was more interested in capturing catapillars and watching them change. Looking back, It felt like even as a child I was an old soul.
This, coupled with parents who were always at each others throat didn’t leave much time for celebrations. Especially not of birthdays. I don’t remember ever having a birthday party when I was young. That was never a big thing at our house. There were more pressing needs.
I do remember it being a day of protest, or acting up on my part. Thinking on this day I was somehow immune. The problem was my mom didn’t much abide foolishness either. So usually with my acting up, I got the order to “go pick a switch”. Birthday or no birthday.
new butterfly soars
on the wings of summer wind –
the nature of change
Pat R
8/03/20
For dVerse Poets Pub where it is haibun monday and the prompt is “Birthday”.
Kim is hosting. Come do some reading or paticipate here.
&
For Tanka Tuesday over at Colleen’s where it’s Poet’s choice this week. Stop by and do some reading or join in here.
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Thanks for the reblog Sarah😊
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Go crazy, Pat 😜
Happy Birthday 🎁
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We have a lot in common, Pat, and so much of your haibun was familiar to me; I too had my nose in a book, collected caterpillars, and didn’t have birthday parties when I was a child. I’m glad you wrote about the disappointment of birthdays, which exists for so many people, and which those who do celebrate never experience. I love the haiku.
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Thank you Kim. To this day celebrating birthdays is not high on my list. Glad you can relate😊
Pat
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Clear recollection & exposition followed by an outstanding haiku closer. Wowza!
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…as if it happened yesterday.. 😊
Thanks Ron.
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Celebrate your special day to its fullest, Pat! ❤️
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Will do😊
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We all want to be acknowledged, but sometimes we have to do it ourselves. You have come into your own, despite the difficulties of your childhood (k)
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Yep!! I read somewhere that in order to move on one should forgive. And the easiest way in doing so is to remember that “your parents were broken when you got them”. I thought that said do much. 😊
Pat
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Yes we do need to remember that it’s not us who made them who they are.
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I can relate to the books and the caterpillars. The switch though, I’m pleased to say is an alien object 🙂
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Lucky you😊
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Oh…I love butterflies and I love your birthday Haibun.
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To this day I love them too. Always trying to phoyograph them😊. Thank you.
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We must be related! I have limited memories of birthdays or Christmas, for that matter. You captured some great feelings in your prose and your poem. Here’s to us… we’ll celebrate with a reading a book. ❤
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Christmas I remember because my mom used to make us new dresses. She also made the same dress for our dolls and that was the cause of great excitement😊. Glad you like the read.
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Awww, that’s sweet! 😍❤️
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