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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
This folkloric haiku is wonderful in it's simplicity, but it echoes vivid truth. I remember nights this in the desert....
ReplyDeleteMy Granny would entertain me as we fell asleep in her flannel sheeted bed with stories of old.
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteA gem to decorate the new year! YAM xx
Thank you, YAM. It was all the muse would say! namaste, janice
DeleteI love the simple truth of your haiku. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kim. I think I a ready to write again for the first time in a while.
DeleteSimplicity to the max
ReplyDeleteSort of a challenge within the challenge
DeleteSimple, lovely haiku.
ReplyDeleteI really like to see how few words I can use and still convey a thought. thanks for the comment.
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