tears
when
we
have
to
leave
your
height
chart
on
the
door
jamb
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Sally Biggar
Sally Biggar lives in the mid-coast region of Maine. Little did she know 30 years ago, when she moved to the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State, that she would eventually find herself inexorably drawn, like a salmon, back to her birthplace ? to fields ringed with stone walls, a granite coastline, fresh-water lakes and flaming fall foliage. She draws inspiration for her poetry from daily walks with her husband and eavesdropping anywhere, all the time. She began writing haiku in 2010, but now primarily writes tanka, which have appeared most recently in red lights, Eucalypt, Ribbons, GUSTS and Moonbathing.
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So poignant! I know one family who took theirs with them. Love this small poem.
This hits home….so final. We have our pencil scratches on the wall, here. This form is truly an extension of content. Beautifully penned.
So meaningful. Our charts of heights remain some 40 years later and our grandchildren compare theirs with their parents!
Perfect!
marion
Leave to. take
On to from
Maybe?