Painting ©Helma Petrick
We are roots, we two
mingling with ancestral knots
our children’s anchor.
Haiku: Roots
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I love the images you created in the haiku–roots knotted but anchoring generations.
Cool painting, too. 🙂
Thanks Merril. I like this artist’s work too.
Children’s anchor. I like that phrase.
‘Ball and chain’ didn’t scan 🙂
Haha. Wouldn’t that be more the spouse, though?
Depends on your point of view 🙂 Most kids think they’re terribly hard done by.
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True… at least my two (and the countless dozens that I have worked with) would agree with you.
Reassuring to know I’m not alone.
Perfectly said. (Parents do have to keep kids held safe when those little heads are so often in the clouds – until their skills catch up with their dreams?)
Or until they realise that the dreams they have might possibly come true 🙂