It's Still Life

Piece #3: The One With Five Senses

He comes from a family that rations affection, not that they’re cold or unfeeling, and he always  assumes he’s loved even though it’s not put in so many words.  There’s no diabetes from sweetness, that’s for sure, and they all possess a firm grip, a baker’s grip, no damp-cotton handshakes in this family, Ida said.  She once scolded her youngest boy for hugging his granny too tight. “You’re going to break her,” Ida said. Of course, he knew his gran wasn’t breakable, but he did dial back the enthusiasm a bit. Nobody wants to hear their gran snap like a winter’s dry twig. 

A stiff upper lip 
When you are trying to drink
It’s like riding a bike

Poetic Form: Haibun. This is Piece Three (draft) of a multi-part project. The concept was originally created by Jim Simmerman, entitled “Twenty Little Poetry Projects”. Image Flickr Commons State Library of Queensland, Family picnic in the Queensland bush, 1900-1910. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021