Separated

Acorn cap.

Brown,

Bowl-shaped,

Rough, Like sand,

Small, stub-stem protrudes

from the top.



Reminds a girl,

A sad, lost teen,

Of summers At Dad's House,

Hunting for acorns in the woods,

Prying off caps,

Cracking them open,

To ease the already-hard-working squirrels,

Of having to crack the hard shells themselves.



The acorn hunting occured,

Long before the girl and her father

began their constant quarrels,

Became emotionally separated,

Grown apart.



Yet here the sad teen is,

Writing this.

A small acorn,

Without its cap To offer protection.