Count It On My Hands

I’ve started gathering my grandmothers on my fingers. Ba was first to claim her place as right-hand woman. The signet ring’s a little worn but sharpened almost to a blade’s edge. Her wit used to have the same bite if you weren’t careful. She’d slash you with her words and have you bursting with laughter all in a matter of seconds. Something of a frail bulldozer, unstoppable at times, but even her initials grew faded past the point of a stranger’s recognition.

Granny Kitty is a new addition. I don’t know how she’d fair with the idea of taking up residence on a middle finger but she wasn’t one to back down when the blood began to rise. ‘Up like a light’ my mother says. That was the Irish in her, and the feminist who brought the shields to defend her granddaughters going to university. Independent, clever, funny, tenacious, but most of all loving.

The dandelions

and the daffodils grow still.

Even without Spring.


It’s a free-for-all at the dVerse Poets Pub this week and this I haven’t written a Haibun for a while I thought I’d include two of the people who’ve had the biggest impact on the woman I’ve become and two people I’ve unfortunately lost of the last couple of years.



  1. Oh I like this! The two grandmothers – so much hope and strength in this haibun. I’d like to think my grandmother played a major role in the me that is now. Good write! The haiku is beyond excellent.


      1. I know mine were! Of course we all lived together in a big old house so I was blessed with having one set of grandparents always around.


  2. Your grandmothers sound like strong women. You clearly received much more than rings for your fingers from them. Receive peace when you think of their lives. Wonderful haiku!


  3. This is a beautiful write to your grandmothers….the prose and the haiku. I feel as if I’ve been allowed to peek a bit into a family diary through your words. Beautifully written! Thank you!


  4. Your grandmothers sound like remarkable people. The haibun is lovely. I like the “missing” and the love and the sweet humor. The haiku is lovely, the spring flowers still growing.


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