#Haibun: October

Charmed Chaos

Image by Couleur from Pixabay

I am floating in the highest corner of a sparsely furnished room, looking down at a baby in the middle of a big bed. Covering the bed is a soft chenille bedspread in a maroon and cream color. A woman, my mother is sprawled across the bed playing with the baby, and cooing soft words of love. The baby is smiling at her, as if she understands what my mother is saying. On a spiritual level, I come to realize the baby is me. Somehow, my soul has stepped out of my tiny body and is looking down on the scene below. This is the earliest recollection I have of my childhood.
I didn’t have a happy childhood for the most part, it was one filled with chaos and discord. My mother, bless her soul, was the one constant source of joy and stability, and…

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