I packed with hurricane strength,
But a bit more neatly.
I managed friendships,
With the shine
of newly cleaned porcelain.
Can be waited out.
It will ebb and flow,
As I continue packing through the haze.
Piece by Piece,
I put two years
Into five boxes,
A reusable shopping bag,
And any pocket I could fit sh!t in.
When it came to my spoon,
It was easily packaged,
dinner IS the last meal of the day,
I was moving the next day.
Breakfast you say?
I eat Grapenuts,
The breakfast eaters breakfast!
And on moving morning I learned,
even the most important breakfast eaters,
Should have an emergency spoon.