haiku for mother's day
when I was orphaned they told me I had mother's
laughter and her eyes
he acts like my fourth child -- I am more mother than
wife -- we're both lonely
what remains is pain a spurt of blood and thirteen
summers gone with her
and did she wail as he lay cradled in her lap
her hand in his side
"Who is God?" I asked. You replied "He" "His" and "Him".
"She" shone in your eyes.