In Ontario, weeks after the Humboldt hockey team tragedy, I took down my son’s worn hockey stick that, like many across Canada, had stood at the front door in memory of the lives lost in April. I parked it in the garage ‘til next year.
I know in my heart, sadly, that many miles away some other hockey sticks will not see another season.
Shelving the weathered stick from son’s teen hockey days, I sighed, mourning for those left behind in the Humboldt community.
Ironically, perhaps, as I closed the garage door, a somewhat reluctant wry grin began to form as I realized and I knew in my heart that many miles away some newly crafted hockey sticks would be picked up for a new season as the indomitable spirit lives on. As another season begins, I wish the best for the Humboldt community & I wrote this haiku poem for them.
Haiku for Humboldt
hockey players gather
fresh sticks whack frozen black puck
heart glides on ice
©2018 Patricia McGoldrick