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Milky weave: plain, light,
a hasty gale whistles past.
Shift, lift, wrap tight, kiss.
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Jessica McGlaughlin
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GRANDMA NELSON
Daddy pulled off the interstate, and I saw the all familiar red barn, and I knew we had arrived at Grandma Nelson's farm. I always had mixed feelings about seeing my Grandmother. It seemed she had as many Grandchildren as the old Mother in the shoe nursery rhyme. I saw her as different, but that is not why I hestiated. The truth be known I always got in trouble at her house, and ended up sitting in the car after I had been scolded.
By Susan Payton6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
Very tender and I love the picture you chose. It goes so well with your poem.
This is so sweet! I almost felt a little breeze kissing me.
Beautiful! 🙏♥️
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Absolutely Beautiful - Very Nice Haiku. Nicely Done!!!
Simply beautiful as all Haikus should be. Lovely Jess x
Just beautiful!
Lovely haiku, Jessica!