One less teaspoon in the drawer
one more in the garden beds
one more beneath
my children’s favourite tree.
I know this for sure
they’re not anywhere near
my beloved teapot
& searching’s become a daily chore.
For the rest of this poem please go to Ripple Poetry
Notes on Creativity
This poem began as the start of a memory story about my early motherhood days. It ran out of puff and sat in my notebook gathering dust. But poetry gave it new life and here it is.
A note to all new readers
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Gumboootspearlz 
I like it, June!! The first stanza is especially nice–I could easily visualize it, and I think it could stand alone (as well as being the opening of the longer poem)–just my nickel’s worth! Have an excellent day–God bless you!
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Thanks, yes it could stand alone, poetry is so economical sometimes you don’t need to say more. Thanks for your feedback.
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