Losing It
by Natalie KelseyThere's something odd about seventeen shoes;
Where did the other go?
And what about the missing glove
And socks as white as snow?
Why can't my watch or pen or keys
Stay where I put them last?
Was that a fistful of my coins
I just saw wander past?!
Lip gloss shows up at strange times
In quite the strangest places,
And yummy snacks all disappear
With just the barest traces.
Do all these things get sucked into
An alternate dimension?
A vortex?
Or a dark black hole too frightening to mention?
It seems as though with all the rest
I must have lost my mind.
(The one thing out of everything
That I most want to find.)
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It's high time I began this blog, since I've been sitting on this blog address since probably October or so, and I've been dying to write in it for real since January. But I'm late for taking my kid to Scouts and we haven't eaten dinner yet. So yeah. You get the idea. I did find the poem I was looking for though, so I had to put it up here! :D Dinner's burning...gotta go.
