Too Young For Death: ImproVerse Haiku

Though I don’t fear death,/

I fear I’m dying. Weak and

shakey, I’m too young.

Proud Mamma So What? – Haiku

Mamma may be proud, /
but that won’t guarantee her/
child’s love or respect.

She birthed, changed, fed, clothed,
taught and loved him. In his new/
life, he stood her up.

She birthed, clothed, taught and

loved him. In his new life he

stood her up. Not cool.

Head into the field/
after summer rain. Reap sweet/
rewards for your pain.

There are truths which need/
to be said, for your sake, but/
kept private for hers.

Ask tough questions and/
you’ll get hard answers. But then/
you can deal with them.

I hear my girl’s pain./
I caused it. I hope she can/
heal, forgive, reach, grow.

When the Spirit says/
to do something, do that, and/
watch it all work out.

Going to concerts/
solo reminds me how much/
I hate loneliness.

I see her deep pain./
I know how I would have been./
I’ll help grow her heart.