Haiku about the joy my children bring.
Daughter’s eyes shine smiles.
To share a thought, to be heard.
Fulfilled parent thrills.
Haiku about the joy my children bring.
Daughter’s eyes shine smiles.
To share a thought, to be heard.
Fulfilled parent thrills.
Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.