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