07-09-2009, 10:32 PM
My Mother likes to write haiku and recently surprised me by sending me a bunch of haiku she's written recently. One in particular caught my imagination and
carried me away.
face as she envisions herself dipping and swooping over some land, and Benjamin is pushing her with all his might. She can't really fly yet, but the swing
is good enough for now. Eventually, though, she will fly away, but she will always remember and adore her Father who always strove to help her fly, even when
her fledgling wings couldn't lift her.
carried me away.
Quote: DaughterRight away, I envision little Mayonaka on a swing inside 36 Atalante's biosphere-dome, her eyes closed and a joyous smile plastered on her
Father
push the swing harder
so I can fly
face as she envisions herself dipping and swooping over some land, and Benjamin is pushing her with all his might. She can't really fly yet, but the swing
is good enough for now. Eventually, though, she will fly away, but she will always remember and adore her Father who always strove to help her fly, even when
her fledgling wings couldn't lift her.