Write two haiku about something: ancient.
Took Max to story time at the local library this morning. He was a little shy around all the other kids but he seemed to enjoy himself. Was definitely excited to make a craft (I helped him make a monster bookmark after the librarian read a few kids books about monsters).
It was a beautiful day, if a little on the chilly side, so we spent a good portion of the afternoon playing in the backyard. Because he's figured out how to open (and close and lock) the sliding door that goes from the dining area to the back deck.
So he's enjoying that freedom. More than I am, but I'm gradually getting used to it.
The faded words on
these torn and dusty pages
still possess power
* * *
Brittle bones, skin like
melted wax, the stench of death -
visiting Gran's house.