Maryclaire's Haikus

I watch my father.
He just eats and sleeps and yells.
Anything but work.

He throws the apple,
that represents temptation,
it’s wedged in my shell.

Day by day I watch,
My furniture is removed.
I can crawl about.

I am so depressed.
I cannot provide for them,
Yet they sit at home.

My sister feeds me.
My mother, she weeps for me.
My dad just lectures.

I’ve waited a while.
Eight whole days to be exact,
But I am re-born.

The three boarders come.
They leave their junk in my room,
And I chased them off.