My four year old grandson keeps trying to convince us we should have Christmas every day. I can see his point in that, when I don’t have a Stephen King novel to read, I feel lost and alone.
I apologize for haiku-ing in the first person and further admit my mistake in inadvertently inking the word the in the final line. Ah well.
edit: I’ve just been told I can call it a senryu which deal with human emotions. WooHoo…I’m a poet and I don’t know it….