I am thinking of a good friend tonight. She recently lost her father. It brought back thoughts of my own father, and how his loss left a hole that can never be filled, for all the people who loved him. And that is what I am trying to convey with the haiku I offer tonight. Life is like clouds. We see the beauty of the clouds, and then we are left with their memory, and all that they were, for that fleeting instant of time.
This is for you Brenda.