I didn't hate it nor did I like it.
It just feels very reductionistic in its haiku like prose and sparse illustration.
And yes, if I can call it one, seemingly a vanity project.
Let's just leave aside the love of a mother or a child from it? It wouldn't be objective to treat it as a love letter to a son/daughter.
It is published as a book and should be treated as such, even if you're the editor of the publishing company that produced it.