fresh green jewel eyes

tiptoeing through the garden

watch your children grow
babes cling to your breast 

nourishing their tender souls

stretch out their tendrils
the dawn crawls to you

threatening beast that cuts you down

your seed have scattered 



hard knocks

step up time tick tocks

the young are getting older

golden apple bit

Written in response to prompt:

I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #12