I haven’t written a haiku since I was in the sixth grade, which was as you know, many moons ago. The following poems represent what I love about an oridinary day.
Child in my arms;
Hair like autumn fire
Skin of winter’s chill
Bread in the oven-
Laundry on the line
Clean smells waft -I read
Brush in hand
Paint flows on canvas
I could fill a never-ending book with the things that I love about an oridinary day. I’m content, I’m whole, I do as I please, when I please, but still….
Your father seems to be doing well. His travels have taken him far this time I see. Thankfully he’s home safe.
James is growing like a weed, and my goodness he talks. You were always such a quiet child, so independent. James is neither; where could this have come from do you suppose? At least he is polite. Keeping him in shoes must be a trial. Thank god, he seems to be showing some artistic talent, you waste yours, you know. But still it must be in the genes. He did a good job at soccer today, I love watching him run.
To merely observe is not enough, I wish I could be there in more than just spirit. I want to have adult conversations with my grandchild, but that will just have to wait.
This post comes courtesy of Mama Kat. The prompts were number 1 and 3. I picked them because I wanted to step out my comfort zone.