Three years ago, a time I try to forget, but memories always find their way through the haze. And so it is, I shall unwrap a corner, not to magnify the negative, but to accentuate the positive.
A dear son, closer than shadow, was on his way to trial, and a brother from afar drawn close by this tragedy, now sits at my table, among 6, if I remember correctly, which I don’t. But we were laughing, and telling stories, all of us, in the face of an unknowing and impending sentence. In my heart joy took on fear, sorrow and heartbreak, and won, maybe not all, but at least several rounds. It did not quit getting up when knocked to the ground.
The result was quarantine from home and friends for 30 days, but then it came to an end, and he rejoined with us again.
We are quarantined
Past memories keep us sane
Here is the original poem was in April of 2018.
Linking to dversepoets.com and this is what our host says,
I’m Kim from Writing in North Norfolk, your host for this Haibun Monday. For my challenge, I ask you to go back into your archives to search for an autobiographical poem, one of which you are particularly fond or one that lends itself to the task in hand.
Write a prose background to your chosen poem, giving us more details of when and where it happened, who else was involved, the how and the why, including a link to the original poem if you wish, and then sum up the poem in a haiku. Aim to write no more than three tight paragraphs, followed by a traditional haiku that includes reference to the season.