30 of 50 haiku poems written on Friday, July 1, 2011 to document the day my husband had surgery. Each haiku deals with something that was around me that day from the time I left that morning until we were home and finally went to sleep.

The story of a woman who lost it all.

Why is it that writing for Triond keeps me up at night? I keep tossing and turning until I come up with the perfect story to write.

What makes the man and his hand can hardly be repaired. A pensioner in Timisoara is given the hour of death after he threw a bag with $ 10,000 in the trash.

The following lines were scribbled on paper napkins in places, such as restaurants:

I know riches and wealth will find their way to me, so I wrote a Haiku about it.

This time in my live I never want to experience again. What a terrible time out off my live! I am so glad I am a grown woman and never want to be young again!

I drove down today and picked up nearly $2.3 Million Dollars. I am rich. I can’t believe it. I am rich.

I Won the Lottery, but I don’t have the money yet. I want to buy stuff.

Cash, cash, cash!!!