as I say, poetry is a tougher challenge but I've had a go - the time passed so quickly so I must have had fun. It's sort of on the same theme as the haiku because once you get a notion in your mind it's hard to think of something else and the verse was hard enough.





the dawn still performs to an empty house

she rises soundless in this dark hour
our mother, mindful of her children's needs
as we sleep soundly, unaware
she moves with grace to a timeless decree
set by her own hands
she tends to the fire, turns up the light
she folds away the blanket of night
and when we stir from our protective rest
she's there, with the world, welcoming

will we always cherish our mothers work?
even when we aren't there to see
and she works alone
for her children