She stayed all night and day, as her daughter cried from the pain she too felt striking at her heart at each contraction. If only she could have bargained with the devil to lesson her agony. Twenty-four hours of labour and finally, her grandson was born. The doctor offered her the honour to cut the umbilical cord. She gasped, overjoyed with her new role. She looked up at her precious gem through teary eyes and humbly bowed in her mind’s eye at her offspring’s gift.
beholden, she beams
pearl at the centre
reaping blossom
© Tournesol ’15
Beautifully done — and what a haiku — pearl at the center / reaping blossom
🙂
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Thanks, Jen, I struggled with the words here to try and match the image I had.
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Render and tense moments there. Clever haiku.
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Thanks, Hamish, not sure about clever but sure was not an easy moment/image to pen.
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Oh my! How beautifully you have brought the image out! I loved this! Simply wonderful!
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thanks, I`;m pleased you felt that wonderful moment.
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Lovely and exciting!!!
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Thanks, it sure was:) It took me years to not cry everytime I described that day.
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