Fated Father – A Haibun

I knew you were going to be the best father for my children. Fate – or maybe my subconscious heart – told me the first time we met. We were seated at the diner after a college party and you were telling me about your dad. We were smoking because you could still do that back then.

As you exhaled and smoke embraced your face, time seemed to slow and as the smoke cleared, I stopped hearing your voice and instead heard another saying, “I can see this man being next to me as I’m giving birth.” An odd thing to have come into my head since I was 21 and no way near wanting to have a baby.

Still, that thought stayed with me. And now, six children later (though only four are here with us), I can say that I was right.

Rooted love withstands
So entwined limbs can bear fruit
Life perennial

This haibun is for Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge #197 – Fathers. I’ve chosen to tell the true story of the first time I met my husband. It was the first thought that popped into my head for this prompt.

©️ iido 2019

18 thoughts on “Fated Father – A Haibun

  1. your reflections gave me a sense of peace and safety, knowing your family has a strong leader and protector. your love and admiration of this man is felt in every word. the haiku is excellent Irma. you connected family and nature so precisely.

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  3. That is so sweet! I kept mine at arms length for awhile. I was scorned before I met him and was starting to lose all faith in men. Luckily it didn’t take him too long to win me over.

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