I credit my dad for teaching me to love music, and jazz, in particular. He was a very accomplished pianist and I remember how sad I was the day Alzheimer's had finally robbed him of being able to play. That was when I wrote this haiku...
I'm waging haiku as a weapon against my own ignorance.
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daddy is the moon really that high?
blessings, janet...and he that loved her.
Thanks Kathy.
I credit my dad for teaching me to love music, and jazz, in particular. He was a very accomplished pianist and I remember how sad I was the day Alzheimer's had finally robbed him of being able to play. That was when I wrote this haiku...
Janet, I just saw this on your FB page. Heartfelt Haiku when I first read it.
I'm so sorry for your loss and feel strange to have just now noticed.
Thanks Lars. The times they are a-changing, eh?
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