I Doodle, You ‘Ku – 23 March 23, 2012 A. C. Warnerdoodleku, haiga, I doodle you ku Like this:Like Loading... Related I Doodle, You ‘Ku – 23
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in the covered heavy glass dish from my mother years of good thoughts and cards March 24, 2012 at 8:06 am Reply
between us always her precious stones no endearment but among her trove for me a ruby heart March 25, 2012 at 1:59 am Reply
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thanks! my mom passed away when I was 8 yrs. old so finding anything that’s hers means a lot. 🙂 March 26, 2012 at 9:01 pm Reply
Yay Words! 
the lunchbox
is empty too
scattered wrappers
its key dangles on the
branches of a young tree
-separate universes
. . slightly different here
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imagining
how it must be…
cherry blossom rain
she traded her jar
now even the box bulges
– hope misunderstood
in the covered
heavy glass dish
from my mother
years of good
thoughts and cards
In her counting house
the queen hears blackbirds
singing
treasure chest
sorting through
childhood memories
gold coins
the glitter of stars
in the night sky
a king’s ransom
counting down the days
until spring break
Hi Cara, Love all three haiku!
Thank you, Ellen. I loved this prompt!
between us
always her precious stones
no endearment
but among her trove
for me a ruby heart
haiku box
the ones that got left
behind
oh, love it. I need a haiku box…
🙂
home again —
she throws away the old box
and keeps those shoes
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waters of spring–
finding the brooch
my mom used to wear
Hi Christine, Oh, these special gifts! Lovely haiku.
thanks! my mom passed away when I was 8 yrs. old so finding anything that’s hers means a lot. 🙂
thrift shop trinkets
the cashier and I
search for meaning
early heat–
I ask her to unlock
the necessary doors
winning
the megamillion-
a dream
unmarked envelope . . .
the plain ring
from her first husband