Haiku for my Mom

My mother home schooled me, and taught me the value of poetry. She taught me that words matter, that dreams can ride on the wings of prose, and that freedom is found in quiet expression. I have always tucked notes away. Little scraps of paper in secret places. Things that I just had to jot down. I wrote this Haiku in a notebook, some time ago. Tonight it surfaced in my heart. I wasn't sure if I still had it. But there it was, safely stowed away. Because, just like my mom, I have a strong desire to scribble my heart onto paper. It is in writing, I find my dreams take wing.


I love you, Mom. 

You gave me so many gifts to treasure, and you never made me feel bad for all of the things you had to give up, so I could learn, and play, and be free to dream. You could have done a million things, but you chose to be a mom...my mom.

Your daughter,

Layla

Grammy's Bouquet

Pudgy little hands

Dandelion yellow weeds

Grammy understands

~Layla~

A mother understands what a child does not say.  ~Author Unknown

 

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!

 

 

 

 

~ I LOVE YOU ~

A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.  ~Tenneva Jordan