I look inwards to see the baby up there, whom I miss so much. Then, I see two naughty pups watching my next move and think maybe she is already back with me.
limited vision
How do I know if a soul rests in peace, is contemplating her return to the world in a fresh reincarnation, or is walking amidst us on Planet Earth? Has she developed superpowers, or is she still struggling to overcome the past like I do?
a soft tap on my shoulder
Am I sleepwalking in a cemetery with candles and flowers? Belief pulls me back near the exit door.
I’m not gone, I’m here.


A beautiful outcome Reena – and I like the way you split the haiku up within the prose…
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Split haiku is a characteristic of Braided Haibun. Thank you for the appreciation, Frewin!
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A beautiful, heartbreaking haibun, Reena!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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Thanks a million, Yvette! ❤️❤️
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I honor the love of your mother’s heart…my sympathy, Reena. Someday, I hope to wake up in a whole new world!
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All of us secretly nurse that hope. Thank you, Lynn! Much love!
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Heartfelt sadness and depth wrapped up in a beautiful poem, Reena.
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Thanks so much, Eugi!
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Most welcome, Reena!
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It must be so comforting to be able to see a lost one’s reincarted… even as an idea it makes me feel good for you
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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Sweet and sad, Reena.
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Separations are traumatic, and death makes it final. Reincarnation theories instil hope.
Thanks for the engagement, Liz!
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Beautiful
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Thanks so much!
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You’re most welcome
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