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 nice haiku to start this month with
ReplyDeleteIt was striking to see the influence of trade on cultures and how they become aware of and influence each other. Not something on which I ever pondered. See how you put new wrinkles on my old brain.
DeleteI hope that I will not put a lot of wrinkles on your brain this month. I think this month will not be an easy one.
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeletePretty!!! YAM xx
Anything that has silk in it usually is ; ) namaste, janice xx
DeleteThis is very beautiful Janice!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Birgitta.
DeleteReally very nicely done
ReplyDeleteThank you, Hamish.
DeleteI think we are weaving similar threads of silk, Janice!
ReplyDeleteOur muses must know each other. ;)
DeleteThanks, Jen.
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