In a heart-shaped box, a mother keeps her children’s teeth
She says it’s for memories keep
But when alone, loneliness begins to seep
Loneliness like a missing AirPod, incomplete
Like the other half of her soul is incomplete
Now alone in the quiet home
The lambs now fully grown sheep
The box, a memorial of the years passed
She wishes they could have lasted forever
She misses the laughs and the lo...