A Simple Thing
It’s funny how they make it seem so easy on TV and in the movies. Those three little words are passed back and forth like there’s no tomorrow. Why is it then that I’ve never quite managed to utter those words to my parents? Oh sure, I kiss Mom when we meet and give Dad some sort of manly hug, but every time I try, I feel like a shy teenager and nothing comes out. Mom had to become gravely ill for me to realize the urgency of telling her and Dad, “I love you!”.
gentle breeze
tousling my hair—
you're always with me
Zip-of-the-thumb
“Flipbooks” were a common thing when I was a boy. We carried them about. Showed and traded them. Took them to bed. Created stories for them . . . mostly treasured them.
Right there were our greatest enemies. And we took care of them with a zip-of-the-thumb, Here were stars just waiting to be sparkled. Stars ready to honor each and every wish.
You might even say of haiku that it’s sort of a master-flipbook. One we receive-from-life. One that we bring-to-life. Zip-of-the-thumb.
flipbook
just
holding-itflipbook
still
tickles my noseflipbook
wind
life