Rowen, my first child: <br />her first glimpse of me / her mum's <br />first hint of glory. <br /> <br />Jessie and Rowen: <br />two stars I steer by. Each day, <br />the sun and the moon. <br /> <br />Winter of '80: <br />children see diamonds in snow... <br />The heart's lens freezes them. <br /> <br />Julian pee-pees <br />as soon as he's been born - its <br />huge arch, triumphant. <br /> <br />Twin boys who are dead <br />on arrival. Empty pram, <br />and not even names. <br /> <br />Jules, like Paddington <br />Bear in duffle-coat and red <br />wellies on the sledge. <br /> <br />Shift to Pembrokeshire: <br />Jess and her bro rifle <br />wet bogs. Watch out, toads! <br /> <br />Rowen, the eldest, <br />keeps to herself in her room, <br />drawing Tutankhamen. <br /> <br />These, my final babes - <br />twins, sharing one crib - sucking <br />each other's wee noses. <br /> <br /> <br />© Jacqui Thewless, June 2014<br /><br />Jacqui Thewless<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/9-haiku-for-my-kids/
