Our thoughts are breezes
As we sit, hands clasped, sun-warmed,
Watching roses bloom.
About the Creator
Sonia Heidi Unruh
I love: my husband and children; all who claim me as family or friend; the first bite of chocolate; the last blue before sunset; solving puzzles; stroking cats; finding myself by writing; losing myself in reading; the Creator who is love.
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If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
A warm haiku. A small nod to L/B suggestions and Ms. Mildred sent.
AW. Grandmothers ae the best...especially when they love flowers.
Beautiful <3 I think one of the absolute best things a poem can do is express appreciation for a grandmother.
I want an afternoon with Mildred too. It sounds delightful.
Oh I feel I've jumped into a lovely warm pond and could keep diving into all this means. What a gorgeous haiku, Sonia. Rich.