Mother's Day Haiku

hot tomato soup

brown bread broken into it –

mother’s comfort food

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my pretty mother –

different from her 

I felt ugly

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I was her first –
she told me, when I cried 

she cried too

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did she know me

as her only daughter

that last day?

Written for the 'Mother's Day' prompt by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem. 

Also linking to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #353