An apple tree with a shorn trunk, making for a convenient step. The climbs up to it’s largest branch, and the hours spent imagining adventures.
childhood dreams… all those eternal summer days
The boxes filled with books, toys, and sentimentals. A new bedroom to call my own.
childhood nightmares… the calm before storm
The mudroom, converted into an office. A firm stand and a turned back initiates a new life.
Young adulting… the art of letting go
A townhouse living room filled with Mira’s single-day’s furniture. Our cuddling together to watch TV on a small-screen.
nesting… the ease of young love
A master-suite in a new home. Reversing the wall upon which our queen bed lies against.
growing…into the life
A realtor’s for-sale sign on the lawn.
menageries
a memory called
home
I’m hosting over at dVerse today, where we write about memory.
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Frank J. Tassone 
Bravo!!! Expertly written.
Much💖love
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Thank you, Gillena!
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“a memory called home” feels so devastating at the end. {{{{HUGS}}}}
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Thanks, Lisa! 😀
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You’re very welcome, Frank.
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I’m glad I posted before I got here to read this because, if I read this first, I’d admit to having no talent in comparison. My hat is off.
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Thank you, Ron! I appreciate it!
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So poignant and true. (K)
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Thanks! 😀
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These memory stepping stones have gaps, but we are left to wonder. I enjoyed this haibun very much.
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Thank you, K. 😀
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Great memories, Frank! l enjoyed your journey through time.
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Thanks, Dwight!
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You are welcome!
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These definitely are ingredients of great memories when specifics are well remembered. They can be relived always with that smile that one never realised is happening at the same time! Thanks for making us remember Frank!
Hank
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I love the form of your haibun, Frank, the brief snapshots and use of ellipsis to guide us through time. The apple tree is beautifully evoked.
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Wonderful memories, Frank, extraordinarily well written. 👍🏼🙂✌🏼
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Wow! Years of memories, so poignantly encapsulated.
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This absolutely resonates with me. Our homes are our anchors. I got over my parents’ divorce much more easily than the selling of our family home. 😥
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Homes hold so many memories, nicely described!
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All those little vignettes together form a life story… and the end is crushing though I hope there is a new place to call home.
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Wonderfully told!
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Great form Frank and a story told so well ❤️
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