This is a repost of one I made a year ago.


There are times when I wake up to lazy mornings, times when nothing specific on my to-do list pulls me out of bed before the sun is up. During these times, I just love to linger in bed and think of people close to my heart, wishing them well for the day ahead. The most recent experience was one I cannot afford to just move away to oblivion. 

It was one early cold morning last week. A grayish sky greeted my eyes, a promise of a rather drab day. Thanks to the usual chirping sound of birds in nearby trees which cheered me up. My early morning music! Nothing out of the ordinary until something caught my eye. Through the glass window, still lying in bed, I saw that small bird fly alone and perch on a twig – a leafless twig. My heart was still for a few moments. I saw myself in that bird. 

Today I remember my beloved hubby with a certain degree of sadness and joy. Sadness because he is not here anymore to share and live life with me. Joy, though, because I know he is happily smiling down at me with love. 

To my hubby of 28 good years, I dedicate this story in haiku – a story reliving that beautiful early morning interlude. 

Happy birthday my river king! I love you!!! That's all my heart can say.

the bird, the twig, and the rain

dawn just creeping in

after a long restful night

in bed i lingered

barely awake then

i saw a bird fly and perch

on a leafless twig

for a little while

the bird patiently waited

mate nowhere in sight

fidgety she was

the lovely bird flew away

the twig...left trembling

not so long after

that same bird came flying back and

perched on the same twig

the bird swung around

surveyed the place far and wide

what was in her mind?

then, a sound she made

a call perhaps for someone

will that someone hear?

the chirping went on

alas, another bird came

and perched beside her

a lively chatter

ensued between the two birds

together once more

happily they stayed

perched on the thin leafless twig

and the drizzle starts

unmindful they seem

sheer joy enveloping them

lost in their own world

soon they realized

drizzle becoming stronger

find shelter somewhere

flapping their wet wings

they flew away together

the thin twig quivered

through a window blade

i saw the falling raindrops

the twig…still empty

the birds seen no more
left me thinking how life is
when one is alone

i shifted my eyes

to the wall on my far left

my hubby…smiling

the rain persisted

spattering sounds on rooftops

lulled me back to sleep

ooOoo