My week passed has been a very rocky one. It has been filled some wonderful highs, and some beautifully painful lows. I could not imagine how I would write a confession for this week, but the poems seemed to call out to me. From somewhere I have written these. I am not 100% sure they are haikus, but that was the idea.
One for Miss Hanna:
Friday, One week past
The day I had imagined.
Collared, Fully, Hers.
One for my Granny:
It crept up on us
Time allowed to say goodbye
Missed but always loved
Where there is loss, there is also gain.
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