My best friend used to walk beside me. On day trips to local parks, weekend hikes in the mountains and holiday journeys to foreign lands. Lymphoma ended her life four years ago. Though I now walk alone, I find my mother in the bird that lands in a nearby tree, the butterfly that dances among wildflowers and the soft breeze that rustles through my hair.
Peaceful remembrance
Under the thick canopy
Natural filters
Neon greens and chocolate
Nutrition for the bereft
dVerse Haibun Monday 5/26/25: Momento Mori, hosted by Frank.
JJJ Interactive Books 
I’m so sorry you lost your best friend and your mother. I wish you much birdsong.
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Thank you, Nolcha! 😊
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Finding comfort in the same walks… I really like that
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Thank you! 😊
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Beautifully presented, and so touching.
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Thank you! 😊
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What lovely consolations you have found for your soul!
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Thank you! 😊
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I’ve always felt that love bridges all distance – even the gap between living and dead. Your Haibun confirms that we are never alone when we remember loves.
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So true. Thank you, Val! 😊
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