The Way My Son Feels About Me, the Way I Feel About God
He’s scared of the dark
unless my feet are touching
the same ground he’s on
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Love the title melded to this aphorism in haiku.
thank you!
Wow. This is SO GOOD.
Thanks Kevin! Inspired by a late night yell “MOM!” because he wanted me to stand by him as he brushed his teeth at night when the window was only dark
The title really does so much work for the poem – I love that, you are thoughtful and discerning. There’s the poem – as I read it, I see the mother and son interlaced–as fingers. It is what I’m what I’m going to call:
richaiku – n. haiku that ably goes in multiple directions at precisely the same moments. 🙂 🙂