This
is a small collection of my beginning haiku. I’m inspired
by relationships, especially with children. Having five of
my own has allowed me to have numerous experiences with them,
resulting in many wonderful memories.
Beauty
in creation is also something I respond deeply to. I’m
drawn to the quietness of nature. Simple things are what catch
my attention.
Read
and enjoy as these haiku are written from my heart.
summer
morning—
sunlight filters
through branches of the old oak
secret
smile,
initial flutters
in her slightly swollen tummy
pain
p u s h
. . .
perfection
Bed
Time
sound
of a small voice
humming in the shower;
scent of soap and watermelon
shampoo
drips
dropping . . .
little big boy
exaggerated
spit
of blue gel toothpaste,
some even hits the sink
one
last drink,
kisses all around
he dives into bed
wide-eyed
wonder
as Daddy spins a tall tale
prayers
said,
lights out . . .
one last question
Mike
& Kris Wolbers
age
bent hands
softly cradle
the newborn's head
sleeping
child
sprinkles of fairy dust . . .
coins under the pillow
Precious
Memories
dust
particles floating
in a stream of sunlight—
she sits in the old wooden
pew
shuffling
of little feet
Sunday’s new black-patent
shoes
the
old book of songs
held in aged hands
open to her favorite hymn
melodious
notes fill the air
as small voices strain—
a joyful noise
her
eyes close softly
as her mind drifts back
memories
of a prayer doll
she grasps her tear-soaked
hanky
bells of yesterday chime
Angie
Short & Kris Wolbers
tears
of joy line my face—
I watch my heart
walk down the aisle
words
just spoken
flashback . . .
I have become
my mother
