#322 of 365 – 4 Haiku

 4 Haiku



later he’ll want to

apologize to his mom

for the son he was




she is quiet, still

leaves settling in the sudden

hush after a storm




tears squeezed from her bone

when there’s no mother for her

to take her pain to




fever, aching skin

a virus that never leaves

grief resurfaces



About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #322 of 365 – 4 Haiku

  1. pi314chron says:

    Oh…so evocative of the strong emotions we have all felt. Somehow you are at your best when your haiku are at their simplest. But, of course, that’s the way it’s supposed to be. ❤

    • Blackbird says:

      Aw…thanks Ron…I learn an awful lot about haiku from reading you, my friend! I don’t always have time to comment, but I’m always reading you. Thanks for the compliment!

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