his cruel intentions
abrasive, day after day
winces tearfully
with unsteady hands
she dials nine-one-one
cruel intentions (tanka)
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A little bit about moi: I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human being…a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator. I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors. Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka. I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other. http://stigmahursteveryone.wordpress.com View all posts by Tournesol
ouch, great poem, sad story
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The prompted words led me there…thanks for reading, Melinda.
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You’re welcome 🙂
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