A Page of Haiku and One Tanka
I.
Tenderly I cradle
crying babes to sleep
wanting serenity
each smile is given
freely, genuine, only
for a mother's love.
II.
Simply said, Love has
never been forgotten by
children nor old folk,
both of whom cherish this gift
life unconditionally.
You bleed me each time we meet
as if you held a razor to my vein
feeding off my pain.
III.
Summer fades swiftly
into the dying year
cascade of Autumn.
Orange leaves fall slowly
signaling the beginning
of Winters hushed life.
Days frosted now melt
delivering green bouquets
Spring essence of youth.
Children mature with
the coming of long hot weeks
frolic in Summer.
By: Ryan McKay
