An idea is born, If it doesn’t write itself, Put somewhere to keep.
To all those who give, Us the nurturing we need, Happy Mother’s Day!
Stories write themselves, In a way that leaves no doubt, Magic does exist.
It is time to think, Of flowers blooming brightly, To give us some hope.
This is the last haiku of April. For the next six days, I’ll be posting story parts. Each story’s a gift, And together they add up, To give us all worlds.
With the color pink, Paint so many pretty things, And not just for girls.
When we write we are, Putting pieces of ourselves, Into a bottle.