My Mama

I clasped her hand tight

Lived by her wisdom, she died

My light gone, alone

This poem is about: 
My family


Annette M Velasquez

Emotionally heartwrenching... so much is packed into those three lines. You've also adhered perfectly to the haiku syllable count. Although I think this is a senryu- same style and form, but about a topic other than nature or the seasons.

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