A chair by a window

 

Writing haiku with
my cup of coffee grounds me.
I look out a window.
 
No words come to mind,
but, fingers on the keys, words
flow onto the screen.
 
Today’s haiku: 1/27/2026

“A clear and sunny
day rewards us after days
of shadow and pain.”

 
The pain and shadow
are still here as ICE still harms
our lives and takes lives—
 
but sun heals, and so
far, merciful quiet frames
news not yet turned on.
 
In this quiet time
I notice I’m sitting as
my grandmother sat:
 
taking the chair shape
writing while hunched over keys
responding to news.
 
She looked up and out
her window from her white house
on a wooded hill.
 
As long as she wrote
she had hope. Daily she rued
poison in our air.
 
Daily she told me
to enjoy life, to smile,
to be kind, to care.
 
Daily she wrote page
after page, letters for miles,
a little red hen
 
working for us all.
each letter was a prayer
for a better life.

 

For Sherry's prompt "Help for Hurting Hearts" at What's Going On? 

 

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