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Will you hug her close
stray into her spicy spines
face tingled with glee

She loves to clean house
and massage hard surfaces
Stallions love her

Allure of laughter
separation of distance
notes in the pickings

Dry and thirsty land
long miss the sheen of her oil
yearning for her touch

©Adura Ojo - April - Day 20 - NaPoWriMo 2013

Posted to Haiku Heights - Prompt: ROSEMARY

image: wikipedia

When I was younger, we had a Ghanaian househelp called Rosemary. She was my favourite of the ones we were fortunate to have as the years rolled by. Her laughter was infectious. She never tired of cleaning, cleaned all day whether it was necessary or not - it was her favourite thing. I remember mum often telling her to stop. (And that was quite something as my mum loves cleaning, herself). Now that I think about it, I wonder if Rosemary had OCD or some past trauma that led to her compulsive cleaning habit. Her other obsession weakness was an insatiable appetite for men. They loved her too. Amazing personality - but you could never get emotionally close to her. Every prying question was met with a laugh. Her laughter made you warm up to her but also kept you at arm's length. We were sad when she left. I hope she's happy wherever she is today.
Posted by Adura Ojo at 13:15 Labels: Haiku , Haiku Heights , Ibukun's Diary , My Poems , NaPoWriMo , Writer's Challenge
