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family Haiku Poems Poetry

A gentle rhythm

Inhale, exhale, and repeat

Stave off all that’s bad

It’s so hard to start

But the pounding of my feet

And the sweat dripping

Keeps me sane

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Current Events family Haiku Poems Poetry

Cliff’s Edge

Watching her healing

Is terribly frightening

It’s like when a child

Gets close to an edge

You want to snatch them up and

Hug them tight to you

So you’re never scared

But, that’s the problem…you see

Because the healing

Is not about me

She has to heal for herself

All I do is watch

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family Haiku Poems Poetry

Inevitable

Inevitable.

A word we use

And we overuse

Inevitable

We say; knowing that our friend

(Who’s boyfriend we don’t like, by the way)

Had a stormy break up

It’s never surprising

It’s inevitable

When a perfect movie star

Gives birth to the most perfect baby

Who’s perfect silver spoon lands them

Directly in trouble…

and it’s filmed.

Inevitable.

When the earth makes another trip around the sun

And the morning stretches and the night yawns

And it happens again

And again

Until you’ve seen 10,000 new days.

Except. It’s not. Inevitable

That the clouds will fray at the edges with that shade of pink blush from your mothers fake leather make-up bag

That same shade you’d smear on your finger and pat on your cheek until you’d made a hole in the powder.

And is now inexpertly lighting up the western sky with the same bright intensity as a two year old in her mother’s

Cheap fake leather make-up bag

It’s not inevitable

That the stars will look like that Pearl necklace of your grandmas that night in eighth grade some boy named…

Brandon

Kisses your cheek during the firework show at a theme park.

No.

Because it is not.

Inevitable.

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family Haiku parenting Poetry

Reset

Sometimes in our lives

We need a break from it all

True for children, too

My fourteen year old…

Said she needed a reset

As a parent, it’s hard

Hearing you’re not wanted

But it’s a valid feeling

For a teen to have

Especially when…

So many things are going on

So, she’s at grandmas

With no phone, but lots of love

For her reset.

And as for me?

The waves crash in front of me

Teal and turbulent

Foaming with worry and tousled with love

For my kid who carries so much.

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family Haiku Poetry

Mothers

It’s a strange thing

To share your kids with others

But…that’s what divorce is

Two people now split

Learning to share their beloveds

It’s not an easy thing

Blended families are hard

I’ve had to share with two women

(But that’s another story)

And…it’s a strange thing

Also a great one, and I’ll tell you why

Sometimes we’re selfish

We think sharing love means diluting love

Of course it doesn’t

And isn’t it amazing

When so many people want the same thing?

To love

And be loved

By children?