Haiku(s) for you!

black, brown and spiny

they are everywhere it's true

there are bugs in the basement

it's gross

but it's true.

fan, blowing, whirling

buzzing, swirling.

makes my toes like ice.

all i want is to turn it of

but then i'll sweat through the night.

dehumidifier beeping, trilling,

calling out: empty me now!

the job is never through.

i guess it's better than moldy sheets

but at 3 am

it sure annoys you.

daydreaming of what was

gourmet kitchen with storage

a place for everything

everything in it's place

so much space...

space, oh the space.

little girl cries for her toys

wants her blankies and 'animals'

can't understand when this will end

Mamma wants to cry too

the little things

the creak of the stairs

the smell with the opening of the door

the sound of the mailman

the woodgrain on my feet

the itty-bitty bathroom

i can't decide what i miss more