No, it's not haiku, but I must award the prize to Zaide for her truly dramatic childhood poem, "Joseph" (and I would be snorting liquids if I had any at hand). Megan PLEASE get a video of your mother reciting this, bc it is a wonder to hear her doing the pause before saying ....Joseph. I believe this poem was written during the B's brief period when she planned to become a nun.
And here it is:
Joseph, you helped Mary in the cold,
You helped her in the wind so bold,
You found a place that wasn't the best,
But at least a person could sit and rest
(dramatic pause) Joseph.
You stood by her side from day to night,
You told her about the moon so bright,
You weren't a farmer, miller or clown,You worked as a carpenter til the sun went down.
Let me know which Advent Tree ornament you'd like, wait till I get them all done tho!