Haiku About my Kids

I am not a poet. Still, sometimes life seems a bit more manageable with a prescribed number of syllables, doesn’t it?

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Small furious boy

growls and pounds the couch cushions

his mind filled with NO.

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When a little guy

endeavours to create art

his tongue must stick out.

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Blue eyes gazing up

cluster of balloons rising

face aglow with joy.

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Tiny daughter howls

right to the end of her breath

trapped in wakefulness.

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Baby’s deep-pool stare

all innocence and wonder

irresistible.

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Slack sleeping faces

perfect delicate features

so lovely it hurts.

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We just ride the waves

frustration and elation

hard but still worth it.

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8 thoughts on “Haiku About my Kids

  1. emerge says:

    oh, whose were the blue eyes? glad they liked the balloons. ev said that one of the balloons popped – oh dear! did it encounter stucco? so many of our ceilings are dangerous…

    • diblog says:

      emerge, they were E’s blue eyes. When he realized he could pull on them and they would float back up… it was that awesome grin, like the “wingardium leviosa” moment. Sigh.

    • diblog says:

      Thanks, Larks – I’m guessing all of us have had THOSE moments – as you say, good times! Had one just today when I told my son his time with the iPhone was up… lovely memories to cherish. 😉

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