Dancing in Puddles

Not quite the haiku I originally wanted it to be....

Dancing in Puddles

 

Dancing in puddles

She was soaked through to the skin

Let me be mucky she said

 

Author's Note

For my wife's mum Jean who died of Alzheimer's & who always loved dancing in puddles....

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I love this because it is child like. I love it more after reading your author notes. May Jean forever dance in Heaven's puddles.

Chris

[Neville]

We all hope so too Chris... thanks my friend & true... N

[Melissa]

I love the image in this poem. For some reason, getting soaking wet and "mucky" just feels like freedom and joy to me.

[Neville]

Thank you Melissa.. that image I think you have, does tend to make me smile too.... :) Neville