The toys love it when the grand-kids come to visit.
The last few weeks have felt unusually busy. When that happens, I find it hard to get in the poem-writing zone.
Last weekend was a case in point. It was Canadian Thanksgiving. We had the kids and grandkids here for a visit. It was such fun, but there was hardly a minute left over for reflection! Then, after they went home, I had to get ready to teach my weekly class (Wednesday a.m.).
This morning I told myself, This has to stop. And I wrote some senryu.
Sit down. Put feet up.
Relax. Breathe in your busy life.
Exhale a poem.
One of the things my 5-year-old grandson loves to do is watch spider videos. “I just love spiders. They’re my favorite insects!” We found a wonderful series called Monster Bug Wars. I figure one of the reasons he likes these videos so much is that the conflict is a lot like superhero conflict.
transfixed by eight-legged titans
The five- and four-year-old are beginning to play with real Lego. We have a box of it from when our kids were little so I brought it up. “Grandma, can you make a helicopter?” (This after seeing one pictured in the instruction book.) So this grandma spent an entire morning, searching through Lego for tiny wee pieces to build a picture-perfect flying machine.
wrist-deep in Lego
hands sore from sharp-edged comb-through
I think if our old toys could talk, I would discover they live for the all-too-short weekends when the grand-kids visit.
Duplo, Lego, bus
dollhouse, xylophone, happy
when kids come to play
This post is submitted to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Cathy at Merely Day By Day.