Carpe Diem #941 Heart The blue-eyed, blond haired boy stole my heart when he was just a kicking fetus. The love continued to grow as we watched him coo, then talk his special talk. Grandaddy, (Nandad) always let him play with the tool box. Screwdrivers were i-dikers. Caboose was bagoose. The Playskool Tyke Bike was and is nooden-nooden. When looking for someone, he would say their name in a sing song, quizzical fashion while shaking his head in a negative fashion. He now uses words he learned during his college and grad school years two decades ago. These words are not nearly as fun as those precious made up toddler words. thunderclap acts as a bossy stormhorn rainbrella time! © Janice 'petra domina' Adcock Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI
A very nicely crafted haiku in response on the music of Germaine
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kristjaan. I love how the music brings to mind times spent in nature.
DeleteI like this:) I had to look up plovers though:)
ReplyDeleteI like this:) I had to look up plovers though:)
ReplyDeleteHa! Well, been doing some bird watching on and off the last couple of years is the only reason I knew about plovers!
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