We’re meeting my son’s girlfriend
Our son, visiting
For the first time in a year
With his new GF.
New to us, that is:
They’ve dated since pre-COVID,
And now we’ll meet her.
Not that I’m anxious,
Just want her to feel welcome —
I think we’re ready.
The house, burnished bright;
The garden, fluffed and weeded;
The car, washed and waxed.
Flowers in their room,
Chocolates on the pillows —
Maybe that’s too much?
I’ve seen her photos —
Lovely, elegant, well-dressed —
My wardrobe looks dull.
There’s only one chance
To make a first impression,
Mother always said.
At this point in life,
I don’t care what people think
But when I do, oy!
An endless drive to
The airport where they’re landing —
I’ve become the child.
Enjoy the visit
Your dear son must have good taste
Because he is yours
Now, THAT is haiku-riffic! And so very sweet of you. We were actually in your neck of the woods, literally, on Sunday, taking the son and GF on a hike through Muir Woods. They were dazzled (and so were we).
It’s Poetry Month
Yay to Jan for her haiku
The [teacher] gives A
And have a wonderful time with your son!! You’ll shine–and your wardrobe always rocks!
PS— Blog readers, I met Jan in my writing class! She’s the teacher now…
Ana, you are too kind, and far too modest. Blog readers, rest assured, I’m still learning from Ana Manwaring!
I believe any woman with grown sons who date can relate to this Haiku, Jan. Good luck with the visit! I am sure she will love you.
The visit has happened, and it was absolutely delightful — and she’s a gem. Thanks, Laurie!