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
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ReplyDeleteGrace. An underrated element! YAM xx
It surely seems so. janice xx
DeleteI did not read the prompt and it is funny how the mind works. When I first read this I read in my mind " saved by grace, fortune of the soul" Funny how we interpret many things we read by where WE are at at that particular time.
ReplyDeleteSo true. For me a bit of dyslexia helps mix things up, too.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully created haiku.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
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