Blessed oblivion
to the woes of this mad world:
child in happy home

Direst misery
without enough to nourish:
child in famine zone

The prompt at  is childhood.
There are too many different kinds of childhood.


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7 Responses to Childhood

  1. becca givens says:

    Stark variance ~~ I consider myself blessed!


  2. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    A startling study in contrasts, Viv. No, not startling, unnerving.

    After Childhood


  3. Tilly Bud says:

    Excellent contrast, Viv.


  4. earlybird says:

    A harsh contrast.


  5. Write Girl says:

    Such a contrast to show a life of opportunity and comfort and a life of poverty. What a heartbreaking and amazing haiku.


  6. This broke my heart, Viv, but it is also a potent reminder of all the luxuries Lex and I have, like “three hots and a cot.” Truly. Amy


  7. markwindham says:

    worlds apart, yet not so far away. Well done.


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