On October 18, our family lost a most precious treasure. To some, she was mother. To others, she was grandmother. To others, she was Hester the Great(grandmother). She was like no one I have ever known. She had a wide range of interests...I am not kidding...she was intrigued by all matter of this and that. One of them was poetry and to stretch that, she had a fondness for Haiku. It’s taken me a few weeks to pull it together. It’s probably nothing like traditional Haiku, so forgive me if any of you are Haiku purists. Please read it in the spirit it is offered. I had a lot of fun doing it.
Her name was Hester;
From the Persian, meaning “star.”
Hester, star, my friend.
She, oldest daughter.
She, the second child of five.
Brown eyes among blue.
Oklahoma born
To a mother from Texas,
An Arkansas dad.
Keenly curious.
Archivist, secret keeper.
Detail collector.
The four she carried:
Janet, PD, Julie, Les.
A wild thing quartet.
Handmade the costumes
For wild quartet’s Halloween
No one could rival
Poet and painter.
Creative story teller.
Imaginative.
Genealogy.
Climber of family trees.
Roots are important.
Stockton, McFatridge,
Keener, Priddy, Rook and more.
Notebooks like soldiers.
Dreamer, romantic.
An avid correspondent.
This night owl writer.
Shoes, closet arranged
ROYGBIV.
Lover of color.
Live-r of life.
She pondered and wandered.
Adventure welcome.
Walks with young Eric
Along the Little Pigeon;
A Zero bar for him.
Grandest grandmother.
But not just grand, also great!
Our Hester the Great.
Student and teacher.
Musician, photographer.
LOOKOUT! Flash Fairy.
Sunday night suppers
Finger food: crackers and cheese.
Dessert? Fudge grahams!
This tribute Haiku
I hope Hester would approve.
Maybe say, “Oh, goody!”
Hester, star, my friend.
This world somehow seems dimmer.
I do miss her so.
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