Thank you, Dagmara K, for publishing my double Haibun, “A Squirrel’s Front Teeth Never Stop Growing”. It’s a memoir poem about how my parents gathered for us but also had trouble letting go of their treasures.
Here is the first part of the poem. Please continue to Spillwords to read the rest. I’d love a like! ♥️
A Squirrel’s Front Teeth Never Stop Growing
Mom foraged for meals for nine daily. She hunted for quilt patterns and party dresses for teen girls. She gathered sea shells to glue to our gift baskets. She organized our puzzle pieces by colors and shapes. She sorted socks of all sizes and seasons. She stashed pennies to invest in Dad’s retirement. Our nest was always a crowded mess.
One by one, we fell out
and scurried away
to our own trees………..
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 
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