Haiti Through Her Window Panes
 

Late September
-working in Haiti-
Talking of how, some day,
maybe our moms would come
and experience Haiti with us. 

I returned
the fifth of October,
early in the morning…
Never suspecting that one day later
I would be in mourning. 

I cried…
for lost opportunities,
lost experiences
and… for a silly thing really…
Letting go of her seeing Haiti. 

Mid January
-a trip to Haiti-
Warm, humid air enfolds me- -
moist with memories of my mom
and how she, too, loved Haiti. 

And yet,
she’d never been there- -
before…
but,
her presence was undeniable...

Through watery window panes
I saw the sights
and fell in love anew--
as I experienced Haiti
through  Mom’s eyes…

                                                              and felt her love for us too.