it continues to cry,
despite hoards of baggage or luggage,
and Mother has no option
but to pick the child up in her arms.
--CS
CS, thanks for the companion. But a babe is an it?
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How much we can pack in and yet leave so much out. I have a
small scar from my teenage years when I packed a case so full I had to force
it
closed and the top came down and hit me on the top of my head. That was the
first patch of gray to show up in my hair.
--Sue
I always overpack.
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What an eye-opening ending!
--Ryf
Smiles, Sis.
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My problem with this is that you start off by mentioning abstract things-
metaphors, similes, but then list concrete things like sandals and boots,
which is a lurch. For me, it pulls the poem apart.
Kind regards,
grasshopper
Grassy, sorry about that but in bits such as this everything goes and
sandals on the narrow road is a metaphor for haiku.
Thanks all for the read.
Gary
who is done with baggage, except perhaps for this ditty about carry-alls
that won't go away
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