Remember the Day

My dad was on Okinawa when the atomic bomb hit Hiroshima.  He was a young sailor and rarely talked about his being there.  I never saw a photo taken there.  His wife was waiting in Iowa.  His children were future “boomers” after he came home.

In school I read about the war crimes.  About concentration camps and scientific experiments.  My short essay on “the mushroom cloud” over Hiroshima won a money prize.  Life went on for everyone except the ones who died.  

hear the winter wind

acid rain falling for days

folds night on the land

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Remember the Day

10 thoughts on “Remember the Day

  1. I enjoyed how you tied your father’s mysterious story to your own efforts to confront the horror of the Hiroshima bombing. Your haiku reminds me of “black rain,” the radiation-contaminated first rains after the attacks. Thank you, Jane!

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  2. I agree with Frank about the way you have tied your dad’s refusal to talk about his terrible experience to your publicly acclaimed essay. The haiku paints a strong picture in a few words.

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  3. Thank you for the personal share and perspective. I guess its better not to talk about such horrors in war. Your haiku about the acid rain is spot on. Thanks for joining our haibun prompt.

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