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4 Motherhood Haikus
Hot, dry, fever-skin
Sweaty little baby curls
Murmers his demands
..........
Hold the two year old
Mourn for the lost plans traded
For peace and silence
………..
Children are flowers
In the soil of parent's hearts
Beasts will trample them
.......
Daughters who set things
In kitchens the way they want
Forget their mothers
Sweaty little baby curls
Murmers his demands
..........
Hold the two year old
Mourn for the lost plans traded
For peace and silence
………..
Children are flowers
In the soil of parent's hearts
Beasts will trample them
.......
Daughters who set things
In kitchens the way they want
Forget their mothers
Published 2nd Feb 2018
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12th Aug 2018 8:22am
Not been a parent but I warm to them. The second one could almost be a caption to your profile pic.
