Poem of the Week #123

Six Haiku for Mothers

1.
Mothers do not cry
over spilled milk. A smart one
hands you a dish rag.

2.
A mother stands back.
She, the small wind behind you,
always breathing love.

3.
Mothers crave flowers
brought first by small hands, later
sent from far away.

4.
Mothers ask questions.
The answers do not matter,
only the telling.

5.
Mothers lose it (now
and then) when least expected.
They need mothers too.

6.
Only mothers know
how it feels to split open,
bring forth a world.


Lisa Vihos