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

8 comments:

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

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

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

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  4. As a grandmother, I so identify!

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

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