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Thanksgiving in Haiku

We grow together
Choreographing life and
Leaning on the other when

It is too much to
Stand alone I need a rest
He holds me closely.

Yellowstone Park in
October with family
we laugh, hike, drive, play

Boating on Bear Lake
Hold on tight, the tube is light
Tumbling in the blue.

I have been born of
goodly parents who have seen
me through some rough times

They give me strength as
a child afraid of the storm
Their arms open wide

Imminent sorrow
Makes laughter that much sweeter
Laugh with me, my friend.

Comments

  1. Karen, author of "My Funny Dad, Harry"November 24, 2011 at 2:59 AM

    Good job on your poem! I love to laugh!

    Happy Thanksgiving!

    Stopping by from Writer's workshop: http://karenzemek.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-favorite-thanksgiving-writers.html

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  2. SUPAHMAMA!November 24, 2011 at 9:34 AM

    Fabulous poem, powerful words. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

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