Wispy, silky hair.
Kisses on doughy cheeks.
Savor this baby.
Trying to savor
this tiny person spitting
banana on me.
Onesie snaps are like
“Rock, paper, scissors.” Aim for
Best two out of three.
Toast is my refuge –
Crisp, buttery comfort, and
deafeningly loud.
Silence and water
cocoon me in the shower.
Treasured solitude.
Diane has great talent on drawing and writing, please keep going on.
I like the article about your Allergy band.
Your mom, Hui-na, forwarded your blog to me. I love this “Haikus for December”, vivid images of a cute baby, and the relaxing enjoyment in the last stanza. It proves truth that for wives/mothers, shower is always the much treasured and anticipated solitude.
I am one of the members of the Taiwanese American Pen Club, of which your mom is the current president.
Thank you so much for reading, Sarolina! I often forget to make time to shower and when I do I don’t want to get out!