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Little Big Man

Let go of my hand I can cross the street alone I'm almost five now

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 5/2/2024 3:46:00 PM

Hello Randy, this so cute. it made me s/Darlene/mile. Enjoy your evening /Little sister. / Darlene/

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 5/3/2024 12:01:00 PM

Hello Randy Freie, Well i understand her fear of losing you. You were aq brave little boy to when you wondered away from home. Your welcome . Enjoy your day my friend. Little sister /Darlene/

Randy Freie
Date: 5/2/2024 4:00:00 PM

Hi Darlene, I wrote this from an experience I had when I was two years old. We lived in Navy housing that stretched row after row for a mile. One day I wandered off and one of our neighbors found me six blocks away. My independence and nomadic spirit cost my mom a few grey hairs that day. Thanks again for your feedback.

Susan Ashley

Date: 4/30/2024 5:25:00 PM

Dear Randy, I enjoyed your tenderly written haiku about a child’s emerging and inevitable march towards independence. Both a blessing and a curse. Your poem captures a scary moment in a parent’s life, and a liberating moment in the child’s, with wonderful brevity and poetic finesse. Warmest wishes my friend.. ~Susan

Randy Freie
Date: 4/30/2024 5:35:00 PM

Hi Susan, when I was two or three years old, I went exploring the neighborhood. We lived in block after block of Navy housing and I was found six blocks away from home. Needless to say, I added a few years to my mom's life on that one. I still have that nomadic spirit today. Thanks for your comments little sister.