Muti, My Boy - #dVerse #haibun #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity @YvetteMCalleiro

Hello, beautiful readers! I spent this past weekend visiting my parents with my sister. They live two hours away in a condo on the beach, so I detached from all things electronic and just enjoyed being with them. We completed two long walks on the beach as well as one around the island. Unfortunately, the island walk landed around dusk, and I came back with thirty-nine mosquito bites. I should have turned around after the first bite, but I didn't, and now I suffer for it. Lol! I am allergic to mosquito bites, so I immediately swell up, and they feel like they are on fire until I can get some Benadryl cream on them. Then, they continue to flare up for days afterward. And I am a serious magnet for the suckers! Oh, well! I still enjoyed my time up there.

For this week's dVerse: Haibun Monday, Frank J Tassone invites us to focus on Momento Mori. He encourages us to write a haibun that memorializes someone we have loved and lost. My first brush with death (or at least, the one I remember) wasn't actually a person, and still it had a lasting effect on me, so I chose to write my haibun about him. I was hoping to use a picture of him, but everything is in storage as my house is still under construction. I may update this post later once I can get to my old photos. Until then, I'll use a generic picture.

(image courtesy of @MissKarin on Pixabay)

Muti, My Boy

He was my second mom. My parents named him Muti, a variation of mother in German, when they got him as a puppy two years before I was born. He truly lived up to the name. He was my protector, my guardian. When my mom took me out of my crib, he'd jump in to keep it warm. When I slept in the crib, he would lay on the floor beside me. As I grew up, he became my confidant and my cuddler. He'd play soccer with me. He was a better player than I. When I gave him a kiss and hug that morning as I left for my fifth grade class, I did not know it would be the last time I would see him. It's been decades since his passing, and my heart still misses him.

treasured memories

immortalized in my heart

after winter's end

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