grocery weeping

Backstory:
Seven bags unpacked,
Sifted through.
No flour. None.
The one thing now to be missed—
Homemade birthday cake.

^{Poem title from chapter 42 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.}

I learned about the shadorma during last year’s National Poetry Writing Month. It’s such a lovely poetic form to work with, I not only fulfilled the prompt but wrote a number of other shadormas, including this one. Peace to your ♥!