Many thanks to everyone who shared their haiku yesterday. They were terrific.
So here’s another challenge: write a haiku about your mother’s hands. See if you can make it a positive one (so we can balance out yesterday’s frowns), but try to avoid using words like “happy”. SHOW the emotion with the details you choose, instead of telling us about it. Can you do it?
After a couple days sorting through twelve months worth of receipts, I am ready to send all of my tax info off to my accountant. This is such a huge relief I can’t begin to tell you. After the trip to the post office, I’m taking my mom to a doctor’s appt. If she’s feeling well enough, maybe we’ll go out for doughnuts and coffee after.
This weekend I need to finish up all of the travel and hotel reservations for my April road trip. I can almost see the surface of my desk. I had forgotten what a beautiful color it was.
Anyone else following the Big East Tournament? Syracuse is playing Georgetown at 7 tonight on ESPN. It’s the one game I can’t lose: my home team vs. my college team. Orange Saxa!
with crochet needles
my mother’s hands spin new scarves
to keep us all warm
winter cough and chill
pushed back by mother’s hands and
vapor rub on chest
like mine, her fingers
are red at the tips, but she
quilts and games. I type.
(PS. I’ve been over here watching the Pac-10. My little, 7th-in-the-tournament UO Ducks beat Washington last night. Glee!)
Thickly calloused from mill work
The hands of a man
Mother’s soft caress beneath
haiku 2
Her hands are gorgeous
They are exactly like mine
So long, so slender
Her ring reminds us
Of the love she’s always felt
For our dear father
They have brought us peace
They have left us in comfort
And now we help them
She is no longer
Able to do such hard work
So now we help her
She has brought such joy
Immense the darkness and gloom
She has loved us so
I wish her aches gone
I pray her health becomes strong
All since I love her
These hands have brought life
Taught us and loved us always
The hands of a queen
Gentle, strong, and brave.
so stable and sure
wipe away tears and help me
to pick myself up
I love your icon. One of my favorite books.
no haiku
but I’m following the Terps and UCLA
Another Haiku!
Strong hands, strong woman
Her hands hold me as I cry
Making me stronger
Memories of when
She held my hand through darkness
Guiding my way home
By the way, I’m from Mexico, NY too. Not exactly looking forward to it cooling down once again and freezing all the rain we’ve had today. I missed your visit at Mexico HS a little while ago, which really bummed me out. However, I decided to join that writing contest for my school.
Anyway, tell me what you think.
Thanks! Mine too.
Syracuse won!! :o) Maybe only by 1 point, but..they still won.
My first Haiku
Tending to patients
Attentive to grandsons
Yet not so memorable to me
not the most enlightening for a first, but in all honesty, i’ve never looked at my moms’ hands. i remember her mom’s hands though. i used to watch her as she baked irish bread without looking at her recipe. she was amazing.
Eileen
I’m sorry I missed you. If you see me at Daddy Ed’s or the grocery store, please say hi. I love your poem.
I will definetly make sure I do that, and thank you for the comment toward my poem. It means a lot to me.
with quick fingers
my mothers hands, clean the mess
it’s back the next day