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Mothers Love

newborn baby cries
turning bright red with anger
mother pulls him close

one haiku poetry contest
sponsored by: Rick Parise
9/3/19

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Susan Ashley

September 15, 2019 at 8:44 PM

Your tender haiku brings back wonderful memories, Tim. Lately, I’ve been wishing that I could turn back time and have my (now adult) children become babies again and have them all snuggled with me under the same roof once more. Fortunately for me, all my kids still live very close to me. Congratulations on your wonderful win. Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan

Timothy Mcguire

September 15, 2019 at 9:03 PM

I'm right there with you. We raised seven. Those were the best times. Mine are close too. Thank you Susan

Andrea Dietrich

September 10, 2019 at 4:45 PM

nice picture of the mother's love. Congrats in the contest

Timothy Mcguire

September 10, 2019 at 5:32 PM

Thank you Andrea

Regina Mcintosh

September 10, 2019 at 12:09 AM

Congratulations on your deserved win. Blessings.

Line Gauthier

September 9, 2019 at 3:47 PM

Back with well deserved congrats, Timothy.

Timothy Mcguire

September 9, 2019 at 8:00 PM

Thank you many many times Miss Line.

Jan Allison

September 9, 2019 at 3:41 PM

oh so cute Timothy! Many congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx

Timothy Mcguire

September 9, 2019 at 7:59 PM

Thank you friend!

Richard Lamoureux

September 7, 2019 at 2:03 PM

Now was it mom or baby turning bright red with anger? If he is a colicky baby it was probably mom. Either way this poem works well. Good luck in the contest. ;0)

Timothy Mcguire

September 7, 2019 at 3:16 PM

Great question Richard! Works both ways. If mother is angry it changes the poem from love to hate. Technically on a haiku the first line is what the poem speaks of. You question really ooend my mind.