Oh, Baby: Seven Untitled Haiku

…what new hell this is

All of our own creation!

Others see heaven. 

I hate washing up!

And scrub and hate, hate and scrub

Nothing’s broken, yet…

You sometimes look like

You know what the point is; I

Wish you could tell us.  

Can’t help feeling I’d

Be better off without me

But not you, baby.

Your mum’s heart closed with

You inside; until it stops

There you are, baby. 

We gave up on us

Months ago but never will

We give up on you. 

My first steps today

Pick you up and wonder what

My first words will be…