In the yellow light of a new night, the cobblestones echo my thoughts back to me. “Why are you here?” Here is where I started, in a small apartment past that iron gate. The first sunshine I ever remember seeing flooded into my tiny room there on the third floor.
My friends and I played stickball and tackle-tommy in the Magic Between. That special time between school and dinner is what I miss most, that magical time when parents were busy and kids could play. I remember the Between as one big blur, like an endless summer day: my homerun, Jack’s skinned knee and when Bats broke his arm swinging over the fence instead of walking through like everyone else.
I rang in the New Year with my folks in their new place across town, but this golden gateway is where the little-me, my memory, still lives. I remember when Stefan’s snake escaped, and Mrs. Nolan came screaming down her stairs, after finding it curled under her stove.
Is home on these cobbles? Or in the window glass I looked through on a night like tonight? My sister and I wished on a star. Wishes are secret, but mine was to fly in an airplane one day, to be inside one leaving a contrail wide enough to be seen all over the city, knowing people were looking up at the roar I made. Then my sister and I realized the only star in the sky was moving, not a star at all, probably an airplane. Do wishes made on planes come true? This one did.
I came back to my hometown on an airplane, home to see my folks, so happy in their new apartment, all their things reduced and rearranged. My sister is busy with her three kids and their teenage angst, but she came to see me and our parents. I don’t think she really saw me. We barely spoke. I couldn’t think what to say to her. I wonder what her wish was, all those years ago. I know better than to ask. Now a new airplane will take me home to Boston, my other home.
home is in my heart
not here on this cobbled street
but I hear its echo
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Inspired by the first Līgo Haībun Challenge of 2014, part of a picture prompt from Ese at Ese’s Voice.
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I’ve read the quotes and I am pondering. 🙂 Thanks for the link.
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Oh dear, real sadness there. The ‘other’ home, yes, where everything might reduce also. These ‘family’ haibun tales really are emotional reading, and very much interesting to read.
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You can’t plumb the depths and be real without confronting sadnesses, pain and all the emotions. At least I can’t, given my tumultuous past. But a little at a time works for me.
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Home is were our memories are… and perhaps too the new ones we make with the next generations.
I wish only briefly to be back then and to understand my sibling…but time keeps my lips sealed except for the disgruntled words she hurls. I duck successfully most of the time.
Again thank you for your visits. And wishing you a year without angst.
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I lost my siblings young, I wish I had them back for one more hug. To be truthful, I’d like to have them back period. I wish your sister were not so hurtful. She should be a support, but family often has other ideas. I wish you a year of peace and joy and an absence of angst and heartache. Warmly, Brenda
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Beautiful memories, Brenda. They say you can never go back home — at least in the way we remember it. Thanks for sharing with us.
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But it’s always in your heart.
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So true — that’s where it’s the closest. 🙂
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🙂
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A perfect ending…made me smile…a lovely read.
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Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it. Home is so often a moving target… Peace and joy, Brenda
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Brenda, that is beautiful thank you for sharing it. Bill
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Thanks. I hope the magic between has many happy memories for you, too! Warmly, Brenda
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Unbelievably good.
AnElephant swallows carefully and reads slowly, in case the magic escapes.
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LOL Love your comments. Can’t imagine the magic escaping you, you transcendent pachyderm! Cheers, Brenda
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Thought we’d bring a reward to your day, we’ve nominated you for The Lighthouse Award, details and badge can be found at : http://decidinglybob.wordpress.com/2014/01/05/bobs-diary-the-lighthouse-award/
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Thanks, I’ll come by soon and see. Happy dance! Cheers, Brenda
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thoughts that are whispered? created ?in the between time are real on a level most never
venture within to remember ..they are echoes..I like that …
a wonderful..no a magickal post to once again make me think as I find that between time and listen to the echoes
Beautiful piece Brenda…Hope you Christmas and New Years was full of joyful wishes to be experienced in the days ahead…
Take Care…You Matter….
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maryrose
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Maryrose, You undoubtedly have a lot of magical memories in your Magical Between, the free, joyful, tumultuous place where childhood still lives. I can hear the echoes all the way up here. Take care of you, too, my magickal friend! XOXO Brenda
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what incredible memories
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Thanks! LOL I’m afraid I made those up. I’m an incurable fiction writer. 🙂 I do have great stories from my own Magic Between, but I didn’t grow up in a place like that, my own was suburban with lots of green. We collected garter snakes in jars, the poor things.
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no worries, you are a great storyteller brenda, fiction or not )
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Speaking of which, I posted a new story today, inspired by Donicia. I hope you like it. Hugs, Brenda
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fantastic, and i have no doubt that i will )
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Ah, such confidence. My heart goes pitter pat. 🙂
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This is beautiful, Brenda. So poignantly written and capturing that time for all of us. x
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Thanks, my friend. Your comments are always a blessing for me. Cheers, Brenda
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You’re welcome, Brenda. You always help me recapture my inner child. x
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My inner child is always playing in the Magic Between. 🙂
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Reblogged this on hocuspocus13.
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From the heart.
Terry
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🙂
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So peaceful… The way you enjoyed your time and especially your haiku 🙂
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Thanks, most of it was fiction, I was home with my kids. I put myself in the picture at New Year’s and that’s what I thought of. Past home comings that were, but weren’t, at the same time.
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Ah..Beautiful still 🙂
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Thanks! What a nice compliment. Cheers, Brenda
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🙂
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Poignant piece. I too remember the between time with fondness.
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Thanks, I remember the freedom with fondness. 🙂
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Beautiful haiku…loved the last line.
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Thanks, my friend.
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Very welcome
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