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
So many layers in these three line...love this, Janice!
ReplyDeleteWell, thanks whom ever you are!
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ReplyDeleteLuscious!!! YAMxx
thanks, yam. janice xx
DeleteIs a very nice way to see mother earth. One shared by a few different tribal peoples.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Hamish. I'll have to take your word for it on the different tribes!
DeleteIs a very nice way to see mother earth. One shared by a few different tribal peoples.
ReplyDeleteA lovely idea, Janice, like going back to the womb of Mother Earth.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kim.
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ReplyDeleteThank you, Nicole.
DeleteI like this one, as many others before, but I'm rarely logged in so I don't comment. I just realised that it is possible to leave a comment without it.
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Thanks, Sky. And thanks for taking time to comment.
DeleteVery nicely crafted Janice. In this haiku are several layers hidden. You did an awesome job.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kristjaan. You are the credit as I have learned so much from you.
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