Write two haiku inspired by the word: soft.
Forgot to mention this yesterday: I took Max to the health clinic to get him weighed, since it had been almost a month since we'd last done that (he was fifteen and a half pounds back then).
Now? Seventeen pounds.
I'm sure if I'd asked it, my back could have told me that.
So soft and quiet
it was nearly missed; father's
final wheezing breath.
* * *
She enters the room
clad in a white dress that feels
like wearing a cloud.