Haibun
My mother was once beautiful, elegant, sophisticated. Easily I remember the cocktail parties. Mummy and Pup were always at the center of any social gathering. But home was not really a social gathering now was it? No, home was where you were real. And reality at home was very different and very difficult. I have known for quite a number of years now that Pup was scarred deeply from combat PTSD in WWII. That makes for very easy forgiveness. It was not until two years ago that I realized quite fully; that Mummy, as a US citizen worked for the Office of War Information in London during the Blitz. Once I knew and understood, complete forgiveness was very easy. Her experience was no different than combat.
Haiku
mother elegance with flair – soul lost to the london blitz