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Haibun Monday: At The Sink With Ba

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She’d pull the dining room chair up to the counter, when all our plates were edged with pears and the cutlery had chunky blue handles, easy for my little fingers to grip. Those chairs made us, my sister and I, part of her team, her crew of little helpers, bakers, packer-away-ers. Back when our kitchen was mostly hers and I told time by the sight of her car from my bedroom window, her handbag hitting the counter, the activity we were up to. 9am baking, 11am coffee, 1pm lunch, 4pm tea. She was structure and normality. She was love and she was comfort.

Courgettes are sprouting,

I think that you grew them once,

leaves green and tender.

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Good evening everyone. Tonight’s post is just a quick haibun for the dVerse Poets Prompt: everyday. When I was child, everyday for me was my Great Grandmother Ba. Some of you will recognise that I’ve written about her before. Make sure to click the logo above and go and check out all the other wonderful writers taking part in tonight’s prompt!

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-three year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

18 Comments

  1. I love this, Carol. “She was structure and normality…” so important for a child’s security and it seems quite lacking so often for children today.

  2. Bringing the plates and cutlery in as characters in this narrative makes the scene so very real to your reader. Love the title, as well!

  3. Isn’t sad that, rather than bringing the generations together (for, my God, what we gain from each other!) we have become a “civilization” that separates them out, categorizes them, and firmly places them in their boxes. Love your poem. Love the memories it encouraged me to relive.

  4. This brought tears to my eyes. Normality, structure, love….all there. How wonderful that you were able to spend time with her. I found this very moving and deeply satisfying

  5. What a beautiful tribute, Carol. I felt small and cared for, reading this, as if I were her granddaughter, too.

  6. oh….smiling I am….this is absolutely lovely!!! Thank you for sharing this special memory.

  7. Those precious moments give you a sense of belonging and well-being as a child. This was beautifully expressed in your haibun. As a preschool teacher, I especially love this as it is a great example of meaningful interaction between adult and child. Beautiful!

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