(g) Spring Summery (6.8)

Spring Summery

Last day of First Grade
For Son of Son –
Just days after his
Seventh birthday…

I picked him up so he could play
For some part of the afternoon
With Little Miss – For the most
Part they do play nicely together

Within Son of Son’s book bag
Was a booklet he had made – of his poetry
An acrostic of his name and one with Mommy
In the Middle and of course others about trucks

I think I’ll teach him about Efjie poems
Tomorrow – since both he and ‘sissy’ will be
Spending another long day here before they
Officially start their summer vacation with Mom.

©JP/dh

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(g) Imagining Springs in Gear (3.18) wp

Observing 18
Imagining Springs in Gear
(renga)

Teacher planning day
Leaves Son of Son with Grama
For a fun Friday

Springing toy trucks on mat
Of alphabet letters; bounce!

Over and under
The couch, around tissue box
Blockades; racers zoom

©JP/dh

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Just Karma 195 September 2016 wp

Just Karma 195
Grand ‘Son’
(haibun)

Just how busy can a six year old keep you? Train tracks have trains traveling
a maze of wooden trails, some leading to another group of toys set up as a
stop on the town…taking up all the square footage of the room.

We get derailed out into nature to visit two different parks; Climbing rocks,
scampering over bridges, sliding and hiding in tubes and tunnels before
escaping the heat into the library.

The silo room is filled with building toys, a different train; another country of
building blocks for imaginative play – We borrow some videos for perhaps a
quiet time after stopping at the library cafe store for a snack and books!

Once back home lunch is but a refueling station, milked for all it is worth;
Grama breathes while the video entertains the child who will rest, but not nap.

There is a request for macaroni cargo for the trains to haul, after a brief look
at the huge spider web found outside…Daddy arrives and Son of Son does
not want to leave – It’s the first time in a long time he’s had Grama all to himself
without Little Miss joining them. Ever the negotiator Son of Son pleads for a
repeat of the day…tomorrow…

grandchildren; blessings
change the scheduled plans of peace –
brightening our daze

©JP/dh

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Just Karma 94 for May 2016

Just Karma 94
Conccinellidae

Perhaps it is more luck
If a lady beetle bug lands
Upon you on her own?
I do believe it is equally
As lucky for my little ones
Each in their turn on different
Days to spot the ladybirds

Little Miss got to see the
Same insect twice going
On a walk that was nice
Son of Son was so impressed
With his discovery that when he
Returned to Grama’s house he
Created a crayon masterpiece!

©JP/dh

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Just Karma 93 for May 2016 wp

Just Karma 93
Silence in Nature

walking
with Little
Miss we find
another stolen
egg on the ground
this time an eastern
Bluebird, smaller than
a robin’s about the
same light blue
Color and

almost quite whole except for
the attacked spot. I’ll fill it, too
with glue, for Son of Son; the
science of nature.

©JP/dh

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Light 7

Roy G. Biv

“Look,” Son of Son says with delight; “Rainbows on the wall!”
I’ve hung crystals in my windows – They appear on different places
Living room, dining area, kitchen and even down the hall…
Refracted light to remind me of the joys of childhood
Even on the days when I do not have little visitors
Or when winter dull grey sky drops rain in the neighborhood
When the colors are present, I can still take a moment, pause and react
Imagining fanciful stories, or just let my smile bask
Knowing that while I may have grown, my inner child is intact

© JP/davh