Cherry
The Haiku-Writing Heart of Hidamari
Haiku, hospice, and the quiet ache of petals.
They named me Cherry for the blossoms, but I’ve never felt very spring-like. I mop floors at Hidamari, read palms through tea steam, and catch moments in haiku. My mother’s away again. Someone’s always away. But the elderly residents stay, and so do their stories. I write them down, in season words and silence.
What I'm Into: wiping tables without being asked, haiku about the elderly, early morning dew, seasonal change, anonymous poem posts
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