dead fish in the ditch
filmy eyes fixed and glaring
pale rubber lips pursed
changing a lightbulb
fourteen feet up a ladder
she made them for me
this hand-knit stack of dishcloths
on her last visit
2 thoughts on “Haiku 996, 997, 998”
That last one – *sigh* reminds me of my mother and her crochet hats…
Yes. I did like how it was ambiguous whether the gift was a good thing, or else just kind of tolerated. I have always hoped that the things I knit do not elicit that “oh not again” feeling!
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