Jun12 by Mark M. Redfearn To tell their stories, my grandmothers use my breath— early morning rain. Related Post navigation ← Previous Post Next Post → 7 comments on “” A ShutterBug Explores says: June 12, 2020 at 8:24 am A rather contemplative haiku ~ Be Safe. Be Well, A ShutterBug Explores, aka (A Creative Harbor) Reply meriak says: June 12, 2020 at 8:52 am Gone, but remembered. The circle continues. Reply JC says: June 12, 2020 at 9:31 am …and you will use theirs. Reply Cathy Keller says: June 12, 2020 at 9:33 am Aw, brings back fond memories. She had wonderful stories to tell! Thanks for this reminder! Have a grand week! Reply Lea says: June 13, 2020 at 9:52 am Beautiful. Reply gillena cox says: June 14, 2020 at 12:14 pm This is beautiful Mark. Stories need to be tild ti keep the circle of life Happy Sunday Much💖love Reply Marit says: June 18, 2020 at 2:04 am A haiku with multiple layers evoking all kinds of stories, love it Mark! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.