There follow two haiku and a quatrain. The subject is parental love.
I have daughters and I have sons.
When one of them lays a hand
On my shoulder, shining fish
Turn suddenly in the deep sea.
Robert Bly
For he who says,
"My children are a burden",
There are no spring blossoms.
Basho
The melons, which last year
I scolded him for picking, I now
Offer to his spirit.
Oemaru