Tanka poems by Kayla

In the stillness of night

I hear a distant train whistle,

a sound so haunting,

freeing memories of father,

a sound fading into darkness.


                2

In the front yard

the bikes rest against

the pine tree,

all winter, the doll

in the pine hay.


           3

Corner of the yard,

the rusted tricycle

overgrown with weeds,

only squirrels

play there now.


            4

The cabin empty

everything still,

everything quiet,

the lonely swan drifts on the lake

until the children return.

             5


On the dresser table,

my mother's ring

now cold,

warm memories of her

live on.



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