I’ll admit it. It doesn’t feel much like love when I’m doing it. Laying out bread, layering meat, cheese, lettuce. Slicing apples. Refilling water bottles. Granola bars. Crackers. Daily packing lunches to be eaten by hungry kids the next day just feels like a task. And one I often feel like not doing. But that’s love, isn’t it? And my kids never wonder if and when they will get their next meal. Never. With tears, I am grateful for this privilege I dismiss as monotonous duty.
the happiest chirp
at the freshly filled feeder
humbled, I’m quickened
© 2016 Jennifer Wagner
Note: I believe my haiku to be classified as more of a senryu since it includes the human element with nature/season. Thanks for reading!