The rain was dancing
the day my sister came home;
Grandma held me back.
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Haiku Heights is hosting The September Heights, a haiku-a-day challenge with a daily word prompt to be used as a theme and/or in the haiku. Today’s prompt is “birth.” Click through to check out more haiku or to add your own.
Karin S. Wiberg 
Karin–tightly strung & fantastic haiku!
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Thanks, Susan! Do you ever leave your computer? You are always the first to reply! 🙂 I appreciate the comments, truly.
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Hahaha–yes, I actually do leave my computer–am up early to answer messages and do a little writing before I go out for the afternoon 😉
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Good for you. I wish I were a little bit more of an early bird!
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I love the vividness of this one! I can see it and feel it! Good one!
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Thanks, Barbara!
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This is very taut emotionally and very vivid. I really like how much you are able to say here in so few words.
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Thank you for the kind words.
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This reads like the lead-in to a longer story. I like it a lot. It leaves me wanting more.
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Thanks very much, Patti!
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I love this one. You know I always think of the day my son came home. My daughter was two. She bent over and said to him…I love you baby. The memory brings tears to my eyes.
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Oh, that is very sweet. Thank you for sharing!
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Beautiful storytelling here. Enjoyed your haiku on birth.
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Thank you! I appreciate the comment.
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I really love this, a lot.
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Thank you very much.
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You’ve found a lovely way to express the feeling in this one – that last line is great.
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Thank you very much. I appreciate the kind words.
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I was worried the day MY sister came home: I couldn’t find her on my parents’ bed! (She was buried in blankets.)
A Dream of New Birth
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Oh, that is a great image! Thanks for sharing the story!
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That’s probably because you would have hit me! Love you sister!
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Haha, you are very funny, sister!
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