Haiku Poetry


Time easily slips

Seemingly slow, for the young

Crashing on the old

A child…a baby

Now moving out of the house

It’s the oldest tale

The mothers story

I knew time barreled toward me

Yet…I’m not prepared.

By mshipstory


I'm Lindsay Adams. I'm passionate about history, teaching, and writing.

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