His two month birthday has just past and he was showing signs of sleeping longer and longer stretches at night. Not that his mother complained, she actually enjoyed the quiet darkness when it was just the two of them. He loved music and was easily lulled back to sleep after he was sated. She relished these moments, knowing that one day, he would discover that she could not carry a tune. For now, she was sun and moon and stars.
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singing moon –
mama’s breast
a lullaby
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©2013 Wabi Sabi
Note – In the Celtic tradition, the full moon of September is known as the Singing Moon..
wabi sabi ~~~ poems and images 
Such beauty and tenderness in your words.
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Thank you Wabi for this nice tale … I didn’t know that name for the Harvest moon. Nice haiku.
Kristjaan (CD)
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Fabulous! (Need I say more?) 😉
Harvest Moon
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Beautiful… heart-touching words. 🙂
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a truly beautiful haiga, Wabi
i love how you wove it all together in so few words
namaste
JzB
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I loved your story as much as your haiku. I could see it all play out. So beautiful!
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How I miss those days! Lovely.
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how nice!
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a truly wondrous haiga….sounds like my mother – she couldn’t carry a tune either, but she knew how to comfort us..
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Love both parts.
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A tender and beautiful haibun.. I wonder how many tired mothers actually feel that way though
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