Today, my favorite haiga was published in a favorite journal, Gnarled Oak. It is a lovely home for this haiga. Here it is along with the link to Gnarled Oak (check out all the great poetry in this journal). The editor, James Brush, releases one poem a day, a custom I love. It’s always a joy to see what each day holds. My thanks goes to James for accepting this piece.
http://gnarledoak.org/issue-5/my-mothers-voice/
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This haiga was originally posted on this blog on June 14, 2015.
A Poet in Time 
Such poignant observation, Mary, it has stopped me in my tracks. When did I?
I know. Thanks for taking the time to leave a comment.
Congratulations.
This poem hit home with me. There are days I struggle to remember her voice, but sometimes if I remember something she said, I can hear her as if she were here.
Hugs, my dear friend.
Thank you for such a thoughtful comment, Michelle, and hugs right back to you!
This is a good one.
Thanks, Ruth.
Lovely. In my case, I haven’t forgotten my mother’s voice because, fortunately, both my daughter and I sound like her. 🙂 — Suzanne J.
How sweet. 🙂
This one really hits at the heart. (K)
My thanks. ❤
Congratulations
My thanks, Derrick. 🙂
So lovely–and very moving. Beautiful poem and photograph.
My thanks, Robin. _/|_
you’re on a roll Mary!
It’s been a great week, poetry wise. Thank you.