I Write Poetry
Autumn Exchange: A Haiku
I do find it slightly disturbing that when my daughter and I exchanged those words, that my brain went: "5,7... hey, this can be a haiku!"
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, bug-a-boo."
Unconditional.
I do find it slightly disturbing that when my daughter and I exchanged those words, that my brain went: "5,7... hey, this can be a haiku!"
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, bug-a-boo."
Unconditional.