Aug9 by Mark M. Redfearn On a wooden bench the homeless man takes a nap, dreaming of his son. Related Post navigation ← Previous Post Next Post → 3 comments on “” JC says: August 9, 2019 at 10:19 am I never considered what a homeless person might dream of. This is wonderful! Reply Lea says: August 9, 2019 at 10:21 am Waking, sitting on a bench, I think of him. And his son. Reply gillena cox says: August 12, 2019 at 6:10 am Oh Mark, Line 3 makes this haiku even sadder Have a blessed week Much❤🕊❤love Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
I never considered what a homeless person might dream of. This is wonderful!
Waking, sitting on a bench, I think of him. And his son.
Oh Mark, Line 3 makes this haiku even sadder
Have a blessed week
Much❤🕊❤love