Humble Beginnings

Smiles:) Barbara I grew up in old home like these until my dad's cousin rented him her moms brick home when I was in my first year of college after two house fires for us and about four for him. You are right, they were cold and we had to hover around the fireplace like at a camp fire in the woods just to get warm. So many quilts to get warm at night we could not move from the weight. We could not toss and turn without getting cold, learn to sleep in one without moving. Five girls sleep in one bed as they were mostly two bedroom houses most times with one bed for the girls and one for the two boys. We would move every year until we were teenagers. Humble beginning I say. These memories inspired me to write this senryu.

Smiles:) Barbara Learning this form of writing was not easy, but a wonderful challenge. In writing this poem It took a couple of days to rewrite and revise making sure its properly structured. I appreciate your take on this.