When I think of writing poetry
My skin crawls; my hair stands erect
Wondering if it's me only
Or the world of feeling that I reject
I think about my grandsons:
Good things all come in three.
It takes so little on their part
to make loving tears flow free
Their endless repertoire
Is never the same each day;
The latest tales reported,
Adorable things they do or say.
Similar feelings expressed to me
When I was a child adored;
Fond memories I recall
When exploring my treasure hoard
Though long gone at my age
My children's children channel instead.
My parents' love brought home again
Like a psychological return from the dead.
Ronald Grognet is a retired Clinical Psychologist who practiced private individual and family therapy for thirty-five years. He lived and worked in Washington D.C., and Sarasota, FL before retiring in New Orleans to be close to his grandsons. Besides his volunteer time spent on disaster assignments for the Red Cross, he fills his time devoted to haiku poetry. His interest in poetry came as a gift in retirement. Reading an article about haiku filled with many examples, he recognized its similarity to the reflective stance of the meditation he practiced for many years. He has vigorously pursued its study for the last two years, personally experiencing its healing and enlightening qualities.