For Sunday Whirl: Lab leave friends together conscience mistake rest
sick conscience translate second detect note;Sunday Scribblings: Bones; One Single Impression: Wrinkle;
sick conscience translate second detect note;Sunday Scribblings: Bones; One Single Impression: Wrinkle;
Magpie Tales:image in the left below – photo by Agustin Berrocal;and Succinctly Yours:word is elect;rain-soaked image! (at 124 words)
And also dVerse‘s OpenLinkNight
My
little one was sick
little one was sick
he
definitely needed rest
definitely needed rest
Felt
aches and pains in his bones,he said
aches and pains in his bones,he said
His
stomach muscles felt wrinkled.
stomach muscles felt wrinkled.
I
had to leave – to meet some friends
had to leave – to meet some friends
Was
a plan made long ago
a plan made long ago
There
were others taking care, of course
were others taking care, of course
But
my conscience spoke
my conscience spoke
Was
this a mistake
this a mistake
Saying
goodbye
goodbye
Am
sure had detected a note of “stay back, mommy”
sure had detected a note of “stay back, mommy”
Or
was it something my mommy brain translated
was it something my mommy brain translated
To
a plea of, “Stay, mommy”?
a plea of, “Stay, mommy”?
In
the end elected to stay with him
the end elected to stay with him
To
discover the joys of discovering treasures
discover the joys of discovering treasures
And
life’s simple pleasures
life’s simple pleasures
like
dancing in the rain (of course, when he recovers)
dancing in the rain (of course, when he recovers)
of
the thrill of finding a treasure trove of golden eggs
the thrill of finding a treasure trove of golden eggs
all
in the pages of books, together!
in the pages of books, together!
For Haiku Heights – Squeeze
‘Mommy Stay’ said they
Those words squeezed me inside out
Stayed, found joys in smiles.
Ah, it is so very hard to leave a young one when they are ill, especially when they URGE you to stay!
good mom electing the stay…sometimes we have to make those tough choices…on what is more important…and kids are def a good choice…esp when they are not feeling well….
So difficult to leave them, I agree.
Mellow and quite pleasing; thanks.
Nicely articulated.>KB
Hard choices – I always opted for staying, but hard when it's work. So great when you can do it, and when it's a true stay as seems here (!) and not, you know, manipulative. Sounds like a very nice time together. k.
Oh, my, how that wrung me inside out just now too. I know exactly that feeling that you captured so beautifully.
joys of discovering treasures
And life’s simple pleasures
Awe. I so understand this! Sweet, very sweet. (you made the right choice, but you already know that)
What a sweet choice for mommy. Enjoyed this lovely poem and great use of the words this week.
And you did the right thing by staying..so beautiful..and indeed you enjoyed your choice..and kids, my, my they must be ecstatic…
http://rameshsood.blogspot.in/2013/07/juicy-fingers-shine-haiku.html
RS:)
Awww these poems are filled with such tenderness and warmth
Tug at the heart!
Ah, yes, I know that well. Guilt usually finds a way in, no matter what. Glad you found the right choice for you at the time, and that you got a poem (or even two) out of it.
Reason is common, but when combined with imagination, if we are very lucky , we may experience intuition, the highest mode of human mentation, and mothers are hard wired with it in spades…. Fantastic
some of the sweetest moments found when you listen to your conscience and stay with a sick child. The friends will always be there for get togethers at a later date!
A sweet poem of mothering your sick boy! I'm glad you stayed home with him.
This a wonderful poem about the little one when he is not feeling well. They are sooo pitiful and we are so helpless. You conveyed well the hope of the joys just around the corner after it has passed.
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It's so difficult to counter when a young 'un persuades one to stay. More so when they're not well. Nicely Lady!
Hank
Very touching!! It is really difficult to leave a sick child.
Two GREAT poems … thoroughly enjoyed.
I wish I could just throw something together like that!
What a flow!!
Excellent write…
in the shadows, let it be
My mother said that my brother got sick every time she got ready to leave the house. She had to learn to leave, but it wasn't easy.
Excellent, particularly since you're playing catch up. I have weeks, when I haven't even written for my own meme.