To My Daughter Visiting Her Grandpa’s Gravesite: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

In your times of grief,/
though I wasn’t there, you were/
always in my prayers.

My Heart of Rock n’ Roll’s Still Beatin’! Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku

Will I bring a chair?/
NO! I’ll dance, swear: “My heart of/
rock and roll still beats.”

In the midst of my/
confusion, I’m listening,/
then doing His will.

She writes powerf’ly./
My phone’s battery died. Don’t/
read into silence.

She need not ask why/
her grandkids act royally./
It’s their heritage.

I hope my kids look back on today
and remember they had a dad who
taught them to play
left hand air guitar.

How can I ‘splain what/
Whippin’ Post felt like on a/
sweaty night up North?

I learned this great Truth: /
Serving in His House daily /
directs me safely.

We may often think/
we’ve thought incomplete thoughts, which/
aren’t, once they’re written.

Watching my friend dance,/
I felt my mouth’s corners turn/
upward once again.
gunałchéesh

(To read the backstory behind the totem raising, click here for the totem raising story)