tough

nothing in my mum’s

life came easy especially

her belief in me

.

haiku

doused

saunter of pasture

ambush of red musk rose

amongst flowers wild

.

haiku

sweet boy blue

he tattooed his skin

all beyond recognition

his sweet mother wept

.

haiku

mother bear

she only wanted sons

but bore 3 daughters

.

she couldn’t bear their

laughter ever after

.

not a haiku

i am I am i

i’m god’s son and god’s

a woman and so am i

so there’s no difference

.

haiku

honey,

from the first moment

i took a shine to you; to

the moon and back, hon

.

haiku

beauty-fully-mothered

instinctively i

raised them reluctantly i

buried my own wings

.

haiku

i feel motherhood is

heartbreakingly true.

simultaneously awful.

and, gratifying

.

haiku