
Here’s what I wrote while sitting under the hairdryer:
Lately, I’ve been thinking about all of the wonderful things my grandmother left behind:
Grapevines;
Rose bushes;
Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners;
Churning ice cream;
Making jelly; and
Me.
I finally narrowed it down to this, but I shared both the hairdryer piece and this haiku at the potluck.
Though a simple snack,
peanut butter and jelly
brought back grandma’s love.
I wanted to write a haiku because I had just finished reading Sorta Like a Rockstar