the howling of wolves
the old hunting dog’s paws
move in sleep
Romania
"The reflex from an old habit is quite incredible. Earlier today, I watched a video where an old lady with dementia could still play the piano gracefully despite her failing memories. In this poem, the old dog, even in sleep, remembers the good old hunting days. It brings a smile to me. The world is truly remarkable, along with what might be locked in our memories". Sherry Grant
Per Diem - Haiku-ul zilei pe 18 dec. 2024.
the way Grandpa
folds the world map…
postponed dreamSteliana Cristina Voicu
Ploiesti, Romania
From this poem there is a sense of hesitation and regret. I can imagine a heavy sigh. Most parents and grandparents that I know put the welfare of their young ones ahead of themselves. The sacrifice ‘Grandpa’ has made for us to enjoy a better life, reminds me of my own father, who unlike myself having played frequent concert tours, has never really travelled the world but has been dedicating himself to working hard for his children and grandkids’ sakes. I hope all grandparents’ postponed dreams in this world get fulfilled, and that their offspring will help them in realising these.
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