was it not yesterday
you were but a wee girl
with curls tumbling down your ears
your jumping up and down
gave us a glimpse of your short plump legs
encircled by frilly frocks
now with your svelte figure
wavy hair falling down your back
your body curved to perfection
are you not defining the term flowering?
:D
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful poem.
(Let's just hope she's not a bitch!)
Now this is more like you!
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ReplyDeleteher mother's friends
think she's flighty
wonderful... how the kids grow up, eh...
ReplyDeletefloored wid floration.....:D
ReplyDeleteTami, this is very very good. How well you add the beauty as seen in your culture. "wavy hair falling down your back", "your body curved to perfection". These are lovely descriptive images that bring the haiku to life. Beautiful as yourself.
ReplyDeletelove, Melanie-bd
This is a beautiful poem. It seems the exit from childhood is a special spring in "full bloom".
ReplyDeleteAs a mother, I often wish for the baby days, with the "tumbling curls, and frilly frocks".
Beautiful exploration of the metaphor, flowering. I can see both the little girl and the lovely young lady.
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It really does happen that way... sigh!
ReplyDeleteGreat job projecting the picture!
Lovely. This made me smile. Perfect description of flowering.
ReplyDeleteVery nice indeed. Good definition of flowering. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely interpretation of the Week 9 OSI prompt … most unexpected, yet delightfully poignant!
ReplyDeleteHugs and blessings,