Children, hold my hand
as we cross the busy street
to the promised land.
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Children
Children, hold my hand
as we cross the busy street
to the promised land.
Mark M. Redfearn 
I get it. Powerful piece here Mark. Very powerful.
Peace
Yes….deep
lovely, on many levels of meaning….
There is, I think, no more powerful image of humanity—and love, and devotion—than to see an adult holding a child’s hand, and leading that child to safety.
Dos Niños
This touched me so deeply! Parents want so badly to hold their children’s hand until they are safe. But where is the promised land?
Very inspiration haiku ~ well crafted ~
Carol of: A Creative Harbor ^_^ on Blogger
From the everyday routine to something a little more! Delightful shift of thought in the last line!
The promised land. So many possibilities in this haiku. Excellent job!
this is so deep, beautiful, powerful.. could mean different things to different readers but whatever it is, it’s bound to touch one’s heart
Wow, so many possibilities. From the deep devotion parental love to some very dark places indeed. Well done!
I have a granddaughter who can be stubborn and independent.
So I ask her to hold MY hand and help ME.
Works like a charm.
I see the dark meaning and hope that is not what you intended.
JzB
Unfortunately, the dark meaning was uppermost in my mind…
Sorry, but that is really disturbing.
On several levels.
JzB
Touched deeply…every time i read it, another meaning reveals, another memory finds its way back to me…
Very nice balanced haiku Mark … brings a lot of different images in front of my eyes.
I got mostly a dark picture on this, but a hope of a promised land. Well penned