My little brother
Wore our mama’s shoes and pearls
To hush my crying.
恵
*Every time mama would go to school (yes she had us when she was very young), I’d always cry. When that happens, my little brother,a year younger than me, would emerge from the closet wearing her heels and jewelry. He’d pretend that he’s mama and would tell me to stop crying coz “she’s here now” and oddly enough, it worked. Mention it to him now and he’d deny every word of it. lol ^^
Mem’ries in the tub
Mama gently rubs my back
Floating rubber ducks.
恵
Today’s phrase: Sweet Memories
Oh my that is the sweetest memory! Can he still hush your crying?
nah but he did sit and listen each time i had boyfriend troubles ^^ he simply had no choice since i have no sister lol
siblings can make a day bright any day !
Loved both the haiku …
thank you
What a brother!
Memories
indeed. thank you
How sweet!
yes. thank you
I wanted to say just that!
That was very nice – you wrote two haiku with real depth and sincerety, but you didn’t get too sweet about it – just right. That’s more than two simple haiku there.
haha glad to know it’s just the right amount of sweetness ^^ thank you
Oh how sweet
I remember my big sisters dressing me up as a girl. Every brother needs to now and again
haha!:)
Endearing memories and images through words that brought a smile to my face.
thank you
glad it made you smile
That’s really a sweet memory KZ … penned well. Thank you for sharing on Carpe Diem.
thank you
Love the story, kz! It reminded me about my brother…
I should have been that kind of a brother…
and I do love the rubber ducks.
A younger brother but maturity beyond age. He played child psychology by instinct, Nicely kz!
Hank
Very sweet, kz…