morning fog
a midwife wipes the eyes
of a newborn

—Andrew Riutta

My beautiful daughter, Issabella, was born on a foggy, rainy morning in the Coastal mountains of Oregon. With the help of three midwives, she entered this world right inside the cabin my wife and I were living in at the time.

About the author: Andrew Riutta lives in Michigan with his wife, Lori, and their daughter, Issabella. He is currently working on a book of free verse titled 911 at the Drive-In Theater. This summer, he won second place in the Tanka Society of America's annual contest.

Contact: andrewriutta at yahoo dot com

Responses to the haiku for 23 August 2007 by Andrew Riutta

    Angelika Wienert
    2007-08-23 07:01:12

    a brilliant haiku!

    Bill Kenney
    2007-08-23 07:23:25

    Very good, indeed.

    2007-08-23 09:05:16

    Welcome to Tinywords, and with such an evocative haiku too! ;-)

    JUAN gomez
    2007-08-23 09:27:04

    it wass boring and dull it sucked! but that the truth

    Josh Wikoff
    2007-08-23 09:29:04


    I've been admiring you work for a while and it's nice to have the opportunity to commend you on it.

    My wife is a practicing doula and studying midwifery so I am thrilled to see you give birth to this in the haiku(senryu) world.

    the color
    of our infant daughter
    spring sunrise

    ps. our firstborn is Isabella...

    great job andrew!

    Andre Salvatierra
    2007-08-23 10:08:00

    Beautiful. It evokes a sense of serene joy (for me, at least).

    judith ingram
    2007-08-23 15:05:41

    What a lovely moment you have evoked.
    My first child was my sixth pregnancy.

    At last -
    my newborn is here
    I kiss her newborn toes

    paul williams (paultogo at yahoo dot com)
    2007-08-23 17:12:01

    nice poem andy.

    juan, would you please teach me the finer points of the english language?


    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2007-08-23 17:20:07

    thanks andrew-

    of late, tinywords parallel my life.

    my birth, on a sunday, was heralded by a midwife.
    my mother's plan to attend a friend's wedding derailed by my expected though somewhat early arrival.


    winter rain's patter
    shaking the tin roof--
    my wails

    Collin Barber
    2007-08-23 20:47:53

    Enjoyed this Andrew, and good luck with your book of free verse.


    judith ingram
    2007-08-23 21:11:53

    Paul, you made me laugh and laugh. Laughter is the heart of mankine. Thank you.

    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2007-08-24 02:45:08

    i pondered juan's words; initially, not because they were not structurally sound, but why the dislike. i abruptly(without notice to prepare my mine for the event) moved on.
    now, i'm flooded with thoughts; in addition to the validity of there being a "juan". if his words are (truthful), i wonder if he understands the childbirth scenario; specially a child's eyes.
    juan, forgive my (mine) pun

    2007-08-30 02:49:33

    My daughter was born, after a long labour, on a rainy Wednesday morning - 15 years later I can still remember the pattern on the curtains in the birthing suite and the sound of the rain on the windows. Each memory we have is precious. Well done, a lovely haiku.

    Vasile Moldovan
    2009-01-12 16:34:01

    in the newborn's eyes
    all the blue