A nameless post as I keep playing catch up!

For Sunday Whirl: Lab leave friends together conscience mistake rest
sick conscience translate second detect note;Sunday Scribblings: Bones; One Single Impression: Wrinkle;

Magpie Tales:image in the left below – photo by Agustin Berrocal;and Succinctly Yours:word is elect;rain-soaked image! (at 124 words)
And also dVerse‘s OpenLinkNight 

little one was sick
definitely needed rest
aches and pains in his bones,he said
stomach muscles felt wrinkled.
had to leave – to meet some friends
a plan made long ago
were others taking care, of course
my conscience spoke
this a mistake
sure had detected a note of “stay back, mommy”
was it something my mommy brain translated
a plea of, “Stay, mommy”?
the end elected to stay with him
discover the joys of discovering treasures
life’s simple pleasures
dancing in the rain (of course, when he recovers)
the thrill of finding a treasure trove of golden eggs
in the pages of books, together!

For Haiku Heights – Squeeze

‘Mommy Stay’ said they
Those words squeezed me inside out
Stayed, found joys in smiles.


23 thoughts on “A nameless post as I keep playing catch up!

  1. good mom electing the stay…sometimes we have to make those tough choices…on what is more important…and kids are def a good choice…esp when they are not feeling well….

  2. Hard choices – I always opted for staying, but hard when it's work. So great when you can do it, and when it's a true stay as seems here (!) and not, you know, manipulative. Sounds like a very nice time together. k.

  3. joys of discovering treasures
    And life’s simple pleasures

    Awe. I so understand this! Sweet, very sweet. (you made the right choice, but you already know that)

  4. Ah, yes, I know that well. Guilt usually finds a way in, no matter what. Glad you found the right choice for you at the time, and that you got a poem (or even two) out of it.

  5. Reason is common, but when combined with imagination, if we are very lucky , we may experience intuition, the highest mode of human mentation, and mothers are hard wired with it in spades…. Fantastic

  6. This a wonderful poem about the little one when he is not feeling well. They are sooo pitiful and we are so helpless. You conveyed well the hope of the joys just around the corner after it has passed.

  7. My mother said that my brother got sick every time she got ready to leave the house. She had to learn to leave, but it wasn't easy.

    Excellent, particularly since you're playing catch up. I have weeks, when I haven't even written for my own meme.

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