Friday, September 28, 2012

Grandmother

each word a footprint
measured crossing, time's bridge

I am behind you

snug cradle at harvest time
rock me my heart's dear delight





Tanka on Tuesday
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8 comments:

  1. DianeSeptember 28, 2012 at 3:53 PM

    Love It.

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  2. MaureenSeptember 28, 2012 at 4:50 PM

    This "feels" just right as early darkness falls. Lovely.

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  3. SusanSeptember 28, 2012 at 9:35 PM

    "each word a footprint" very neat idea, as is the child in Autumn, the Grandmother at fall . . .

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  4. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerSeptember 30, 2012 at 12:35 PM

    This is a delight! love it!

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  5. Harry NicholsonSeptember 30, 2012 at 2:43 PM

    Akin to a haiku. I felt I heard the 'Garten Mother's Lullaby' while reading this.

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  6. MarySeptember 30, 2012 at 3:24 PM

    As a grandmother, I so identify!

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  7. Jennifer WagnerOctober 1, 2012 at 9:21 AM

    Evokes such a lovely sentiment...really enjoyed this.

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  8. LauraOctober 1, 2012 at 5:06 PM

    oh how beautiful!

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