echoes of your voice
memories of your touch still stir
why can't i forget.
i wake up there's you
all day it's you i think of
at night it's still you.
- c.v. summerfield 2014
wow! it took me ten minutes to write two lousy haikus, longer than the processing i did on this. many thanks to my model, katsuko, for posing for me tonight. well, she had no choice, hadn't she?
thank you for your kind visits and comments; know that they are truly appreciated.
@grammyn - hahaha! when my mother was still alive, she had to set up the sewing machine, thread it and i can't even turn the pedal, the needle would just go back and forth and i ended up with a large piece of fabric with an inch of thread sewn on top of each other. i didn't learn how to crochet until high school although i could do simple embroidery. thank goodness for "liquid thread", actually a kind of fabric glue. that's what i use for hemming. it's useless in manila though. but then there are a lot of seamstresses around there. no, i can't sew. i can't even cut a fabric. i did, however, cut an umbilical cord once, but not doing that again, no, i ain't! :-)
