new life
Carpe Diem #1117 First steps to Santiago
in mountain shadow
springing from ruins
new life
© petra domina
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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
I like your view
ReplyDeleteIt is what came to mind as I reflected on the passage. Have a great new year Dolores.
DeleteI like the mountain shadow, it creates such an atmosphere...
ReplyDeleteStanding in a valley surrounded by mountains can be such an experience. Thanks for commenting.
DeleteOblique and interesting.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the comment. I like being a little out of 'plumb' at times....
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ReplyDeleteI like it:)
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Deletespringing from ruins, new ideas, new beginnings...Nicely written, Janice :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, C-L. Been sort of out of it for a few weeks.
DeleteBeautiful
ReplyDeleteYou are kind!
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