Here's Mom's post . . .
There’s something about being a mother. Your children ask and you do somersaults to grant their wishes, even if it makes you look foolish. Then again, foolish isn’t so bad if it puts a smile on your daughter’s face or gets your granddaughter to giggle, is it? Here are two gimmicks I recently fell for.
Tia said, “Mom, let’s write a book.” Ten years later Depression Cookies was published.
Tia said, “Mom, please write a haiku.” This is my first and my last . . . so enjoy.
No lessons or a manual
Just sheer off the cuff
Come to think of it, my grandmother would find haikus very frugal. Moderation was her philosophy on life. From my viewpoint, this poetic form goes beyond scrimping. It’s like buying the designer matching wallet without the purse. That’s wrong.
|Mom and Tia 1973|
(Psst . . . don't tell Mom I found this
old picture, much less posted it)