Grandfather’s handshake.
Predictable as trees and
concrete as cabbage.
NaHaiWriMo – Prompt
(Brussels Sprouts always remind me of Christmas and Christmas was a time for family. My Grandfather insisted on shaking my hand and i tried my best to avoid it. Now a life time later i miss my Grandfather and his handshakes.)
Life From A Park Bench 
I like ‘predictable as trees.’ Says so much!
Nicely written haiku, Alan, that captures so much poignancy. Difficult, those regrets we have abut things and loved ones we avoided.