Haiku Week, Part 7

Those moments when you can’t comfort your children, the ones you care for and love, when you can’t make it better?

Those are the worst.  Those hurts that a Band-Aid can’t fix.  Those times when anxiety has them worrying and having trouble thinking anything other than “worst case scenario” thoughts–they hurt my heart.  As Mama I want to fix it.  But I can’t always, can I?

In the past couple of weeks both of my girls have lived out situations that brought these words to mind…..


for my gift from God, because I can’t stop the hurting

you are always loved

whose little hand fit in mine

I will wipe those tears


when the world is scary

keep breathing, sweet one

one breath after another

it will be okay

Hoping you all have someone to love and to take your hand and comfort you.  Love to all.


Haiku Week, Part 6

I have taken more than a few moments this past week to look down at my feet in wonder. They truly amaze me. The same ten toes that brought my Mama and Daddy great joy upon being counted when I was first born, continue to share joy. I give thanks for my toes and my feet and how hard they work without much complaint (as long I don’t bring the foolishness of high heels back into our lives). One step at a time we go places together. And do things. They carry the burden that is me and have done so for nearly as long as I’ve been alive. They have changed over the years but never have they let me down. Such a great balance and team. My feet and me.

So it is with all of that I write:

Ode to my Feet, with love

These feet carry me
as far as my heart and mind
are willing to go


Haiku Week, Part 5

Those gatherings where the adults know each other but the children not as much, and by the end when it is time to leave, the children know each other better and have laughed more than any of the adults. Yeah those. Ever been to one?

The funny thing is–on the way home from such as this–I have asked my littles what their new friend’s name is. Most times I get a shrug. They don’t know, but they do know everything else about their buddies. They know the stuff that matters. I love it.

Family Reunion

laughter and giggles
children playing, joy abounds
making memories

Haiku Week, part 4

I’ve had moments in my life when I so wanted to record the moment for posterity that I came away feeling like maybe I didn’t really get to experience it fully. Don’t get me wrong. I think there are some moments that do need to be recorded in a photo or video, but not all. As Mama would nod and say, “Ecclesiastes”–a time for everything.

The past few days I’ve watched and paid attention to how much time folks spend behind their screens. (And at times, admittedly, myself included.) It worries me where we are headed as a people of community. Looking down or through the viewing screen and missing what is right in front of us.

Makes me sad.

Missing Out

watching the world from
behind the screen in my hands
I have missed it all

Haiku Week, Part 3

Oh, the grace of a new day! On a typical morning it is not long after I get up that they all begin stirring. Sometimes it’s before I can get myself put together good. But when I do sneak in a few moments…..aaahhhh. It’s like the universe is teasing me, because it is far too fleeting.

Rarest Sounds of Morning

all are still sleeping
the quiet amuses me
it will soon be gone

Haiku Week, Day 2

Have you ever had one of those moments when everything seems to be in its place and all is right with the world? Not only is it right, but you also have an incredible sense of clarity about where and when and how all will come together and be good.
I have. On more than one occasion. Usually something interrupts the beauty and peace of the moment and I’m back to real life–like a child who throws up in public or has a potty accident far from home or finding I’ve had toilet paper stuck to me awkwardly along with all that peace…..but before the interruptions, the return to the real world, isn’t it breathtaking?

Love to all.

fireworks in the sky
lights reflect on the water
all seems possible