I was a quiet boy who liked to draw, construct, create. Often I withdraw from my boisterous baby sister who filled the rooms with shrieks and laughter. But left alone I thought, build fences. Somewhere deep inside I think I was more a farmer than a soldier. I don’t know if pictures makes me see it different, but when I look at them today, my gaze is serious. I never laugh or smile, and perhaps that was how I was. But I think that when I put the goose on top of the pillar, I wanted mother to correct me: ‘Geese don’t live on pedestals’, but she thought my building was magnificent. Maybe it was then I realized that parents sometimes lie to make their children happy. I was a quiet boy.
moon is perched outside
painting playground with silver —
silent are the toys
Today we have Jane guest-hosting for haibun monday at dVerse. The theme is to tell a childhood memory, and that brought me back to old photo albums. Join us when we open at 9 PM CET.
January 9 2017.