Those trembling hands..

Placid 
calm resilient 
there she stood. 
 
Gray
wrinkled fragile 
all in white. 
 
Memories 
came rushing 
as she sat.
 
Holding 
yellow daffodils
a candle white.
 
Tears
of pain 
dropped like pearls. 
 
His 
presence,redolent 
she could sense 
 
 Her 
only son 
from his grave
 
smiled 
seeing his
mom,yellow flowers.


© Preeti S Manaktala
    Day 10

Today’s prompt (optional, as always) is another one from the archives, first suggested to us by long-time Na/GloPoWriMo participant Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem.

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