Rainfall in forest
begins softly as rumour
heard first by tall trees
How wonderful are
the children of my children?
They are grand, indeed.
Smart, sweet, and sassy;
loving, amusing, and kind.
Cute beyond belief.
I’d tell everyone
that the kids take after me,
but I’d be lying.

her tightly pinched lips
sickly white from forced pressure
pushing love away.
giggles erupting
uncontained mirth engulfing
overtaking us.
no smiles found her eyes
wary, watchful orbs untouched
by life’s happiness.
prayers heard solemnly
lovingly tucked in warm beds
sweet dreams little ones.
slippered feet silenced
anxious to avoid conflict
too quiet children.
holding on tightly
waltzing in circles of joy
her love unrestrained.
Peace, people!
I found this on Facebook this morning.
I believe it highlights the particular agony of writing haiku. It made me giggle.
Peace, people!