grandmother’s hands talkinfectious laugh, hold me closewarm dream memory
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I could imagine the feel of my mother’s hands as I read this.
What memories to treasure. I love your poem.
In accord with Sandy & Raven, find your haiku captures skilfully childhood memories that those lucky to have experienced will always hold precious
I can just picture your grandmother talking with large gestures. Lovely picture.
This is such a wonderful haiku. So full of love and so evocative. It made me think of my late sister who talked with her hands too and was so full of passion about ideas and politics. This touched me deeply. Thank you.
This is beautiful.I have had such “warm dream memories” of my own grandmother. Thanks for this.Writing in Faith: Poems
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