Haiku #1 and to mother

Haiku #1
flowed like reaper's cape
and her name was Katrina
they spoke of her not

To Mother
I know of what you do not speak
and why we moved to
these small walls in
Bronzeville

I wish to see you
but your eyes
have seen much more
than my ears can handle

your closet
holds those shoe boxes
frames of faces
I cannot understand

and mother
I know of that
blade under your pillow
that once severed
your own
that time when
you were half past
twelve

I know of those sisters
who called you
as I do
and those brothers
who looked to you
as father
as I do

and you are
tired mother
how I wish to see you