The Albums (Haibun)
Jason looked at the baby pictures in the album his mother’d left him. There he was…a toddler, surrounded by toys. Later on, laying in the grass, the old family cat asleep with him. He’d loved that cat…Misca was its name. Each photo a return to some far off age, memories. His first day at school, his first camping experience with the scouts, and there was the Christmas of ’60 when he got his first “typewriter”, a funny bit of flimsy metal with a dial to pick out the letters.
Years passed each special moment immortalized in a photo. Each photo placed lovingly in a book for him by his mother, now gone, yet, looking at the albums she seemed so near.
At seventy he realized that many of the people and scenes in the photos were gone forever. Misca didn’t survive his childhood, his best friend in…