First Memory of Mom: A #TBT #haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve

I don’t know my first memory of Mom.

I recall the photo and home movies: beehive hair, white mini. Was it when I cut my hand on that protruding stone at the daycare center? Was it the fleeting images of her cooking in our 52 Holland Avenue basement apartment? I can’t remember.

Or won’t.

her singing
of Ireland’s formation–
a nestled baby

Photo by Meghan Holmes

first published in Image Curve, September 6, 2018

for dVerse Poets’ OLN #227 (pubtended by Grace)

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16 responses to “First Memory of Mom: A #TBT #haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve”

V.J. Knutson

September 6, 2018

There is a sadness to this, Frank. Interesting that you remember the street address, but not her.

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1. Frank J. Tassone
  
  September 6, 2018
  
  I remember her overall, but I don’t recall my first memory of her. As for the sadness, well, there’s many a bittersweet memory there… Thanks for reading, VJ! 🙂
  
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  1. V.J. Knutson
    
    September 6, 2018
    
    I enjoyed this piece Frank. Got me thinking. My first memory of my mother is of her holding my baby sister on her lap, and recognizing there was no room for me.
    
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  2. Frank J. Tassone
    
    September 6, 2018
    
    I feel that. Mom told me the story of how I held my kid brother upside-down by his ankles shortly after my parents brought him home. 😆
    
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  3. V.J. Knutson
    
    September 6, 2018
    
    Ha ha ha…and so sibling rivalry is born. Great story.
    
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Frank Hubeny

September 6, 2018

I like how you expressed the possibility of “won’t” remember.

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Beverly Crawford

September 6, 2018

The addition of the separate two words “or won’t” speaks for a story untold … and perhaps left unspoken. Very effective.

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Grace

September 6, 2018

I don’t have either. Maybe more of the won’t, I don’t know. I like that singing to a nestled baby.

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Susan St.Pierre

September 6, 2018

I liked this! I felt included in a private tender moment.

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1. Frank J. Tassone
  
  September 7, 2018
  
  I’m happy to hear that. Thank you! 😀
  
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Nan Mykel

September 6, 2018

Deep….

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1. Frank J. Tassone
  
  September 7, 2018
  
  Thanks!
  
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lynn__

September 7, 2018

A clouded memory of a cloudy relationship? An ache reaching back…

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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

September 8, 2018

Childhood memories come out so strange sometimes … is there a deeper reason.. who knows.

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1. Frank J. Tassone
  
  September 8, 2018
  
  Indeed! Thanks!
  
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hypercryptical

September 8, 2018

I find the words “or wont” very effective too Frank. Some times we need to just cut things our of our life.
I smiled re “I feel that. Mom told me the story of how I held my kid brother upside-down by his ankles shortly after my parents brought him home.”
I remember stopping – just in time – my first son (then 22 months) sitting on his new baby brothers head. I am sure it was innocent…
Anna :o]

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