summer heat —
mother and I argue
by the beehives
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Mother? Are you reading this? Yes, I know we’ve never argued by any beehives. Don’t worry about it. It’s just a poem.
Love,
your daughter
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Red Dragonfly 
Ha, I dig this one… 🙂
Peace,
Laz
Just explain it to her in Jungian terms. You’re arguing with your mother complex, not your mother. Wait!—that might make things worse…
Complex? What complex? I have no idea what you’re talking about. (You don’t happen to know the name of a good therapist, do you?)
Complex? Haha…My friend here has a good therapist but I think her specialty isn’t on ‘mothers’. Really good haiku, Melissa! Of course, it’s on haijinx!!!
Thanks, Alegria. 🙂
Lovely poem with a pleasant rhythm…I like how heat has two meanings here.
Thanks, Jade!
Wow am I relieved! I thought there really was a secret life of bees I had forgotten!Love, Mom
Hi, there, Sheila, nice to have you around. 😉 Feel free to stop back any time.