Haiku - Selection 11

Hair
Long golden hair flows
down her back to her slim waist.
I long to stroke it.

Reach
Chubby fingers strech
For equally chubby toes
Just out of her reach

Goodbye
He says his goodbyes
In private before facing
His wife's funeral

Granny
She always wanted
To be a granny now there
are too many kids!

Goodnight
Whispered endearments
prolong the moment until
he has to leave her.

Her mother calls her
to come in and close to the door
as it's getting cold.

She looks embarrassed
and tells him 'sorry' as she
closes the street door.

He is frustrated:
In love at only fifteen
years old really sucks.

Tomorrow at school
they'll find time somehow to be
alone together.