As the mother brushed
Her son's bushy and thick hair
She looked in the mirror
She looked in the mirror
And saw what time did to her
As she grew older.
Written for Haiku Horizons: "brush"
Her son's bushy and thick hair
She looked in the mirror
She looked in the mirror
And saw what time did to her
As she grew older.
Written for Haiku Horizons: "brush"
Oh yes --- been there. Nicely captured.
ReplyDeleteSuch is life. Nicely done.
ReplyDelete@Reading Pleasure. Yes. Thank you.
DeleteI like that you leave what the mother saw open to interpretation. aging can be beautiful
ReplyDelete@rhymeswithbug. Absolutely. Thanks for understanding my haiku. That's what I exactly intended.
DeleteAh, yes, time. Time is often brutal with us, is it not?
ReplyDeleteBrushstrokes in Blue and Red
@Magical Mystical Teacher. Yeah. It doesn't spare anyone.
Deletelovely expression...
ReplyDelete@Archana. Thanks.
DeleteThere is no getting away from time. A good one>
ReplyDelete@jazzytower. Yes. Thanks.
ReplyDeletethose nostalgic moments ....the last line she looked in the mirror catches the mind !
ReplyDeleteinterpretation of life and time So well expressed ! You have magic in your pen ! Beautiful !
@milan rajkumar. Many thanks. Experience is a good teacher.
DeleteThis is too true at my house. ((SIGH)) Very nice poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Alice.
ReplyDeleteIt feels as if as children grow they take the youth of parents...
ReplyDelete@Vandana Sharma. True. But it is worth all the while, don't you think so?
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