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 love

The joy of their young faces

At first they were just teeth

Now they are a keep sake

Yet it is not enough

Not enough memories can be held in a few teeth

So she invited them back for her birth week

They are all so tall like a sunflower

But she wishes they went back to being seeds

As the week end, her heart bleeds

Soon they would flee again

Back to the wolves’ hungry den

Away from safety of her sight

So she took away the sun

And plucked away their petals

Humming the same song that used calm them as a baby

It has turned dark and harrowing

Quietly rocking back and forth humming the not so sweet toon

Counting the teeth, looking at the happy memories

So happy she made more