Bright morning glories,
Adorned fences in my town.
Hues-my mother taught.
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Hues of morning glory
Bright morning glories,
Adorned fences in my town.
Hues-my mother taught.
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Beautiful. I love the last line.
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Thanks. I remember my mother teaching me the difference between shades of pink and purple by showing me the two different ones that used to grow wild. Not that I understand the difference very well even today….my male genes to be blamed for it, I guess. 😀
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You’re welcome! What a lovely memory.
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #4: Goutam Dutta’s latest haiku for my current #Haikai Challenge!
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You’re right, morning glories come in subtle shades. I like the idea of the gentle teaching by your mom.
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All moms are, I guess, great when it comes to teaching their children. They have their unique ways to impart knowledge. A few of these snatches of memory seems to have remained stuck in my mind. This prompt nudged one such memory. 😊
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