
t-shirt: It won’t hurt to read./
It’s what we all need.
These cute nappy-haired/
kids were once not ours. But now,/
thankfully, they are.
How do you respond/
when you at last hear words you’ve/
longed for your whole life?
I know many things,/
but the things I should know are/
the things I don’t get.
She likes it. I like/
her. When will our likes at last/
like one another?
Today is Someday.
It may not be yours or mine,/
but it’s one’s Someday.
We threw milkweed pods/
and our hands in the air, and/
laughed like kids. They are.
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How this haiku happened: Someone posted a Meme saying: “You’re never childless, when you have a Husband”. I responded:
“This was offensive to me… until I started to look at it in a positive light.
Yes, I do act like a child sometimes. Maybe often.
This morning I turned off the bathroom lights and took a shower in the dark to the light of the setting full moon.
Yesterday my great-nephew and niece and I “put our hands in the air” and danced driving in my convertible all the way through town.
I bring home the bacon and am responsible (I have a mortgage that’s nearly paid off), but have a child-like glee in life. I’m kind, tender-hearted, and like to make jokes and have fun.
I’ll play in the sand with Tonka trucks, and stop to look at a bug on a sunflower.
Yesterday I showed these kids about milkweed pods, and as we drove away, we threw parachutes to the sky and giggled when they swirled around our heads in the wind vortex my ragtop-down created.
“For such is the Kingdom of Heaven”, Jesus said.
Maybe that’s not a bad thing.
If we only knew/
how much better others lives/
are because we are….
The Giving Tree is/
not quite as old as me, but/
we are both happy.