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 beautiful completion.
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DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeletethis made me sigh... YAM xx
The first line came to mind immediately. The second was not far behind. Strange how that works at times. Pleased it spoke to you. Namaste Janice xx
Deletein both verses the hints of motion and animation, luv it
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Delores wrote a beautiful haiku setting a high mark for any completions. xx janice
DeleteNicely done!
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DeleteForays into a moonlit sky can be most mesmerizing, Janice! Wonderful write!
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Thank you, Hank.
DeleteThis made me sigh as well! beautifully written, Janice.
ReplyDeleteDelores did the hard work. My muse did the rest. Glad you enjoyed.
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