I heard a woman ask, "Is everything okay?" Looking up, two women's faces were set in alarm. I was around the corner from my daughter at the grocery store, and their attention was directed at her. Wheeling in Boo's direction, in my fashionable large black cast, I was greeted with her stricken face...
Panic
Memories are carried
It's such a small thing
Of people and times
In this one special ring
Bought on a trip with da
Whose no longer here
The constant in her life
Who passed late this last year
Missing from finger
A snug fit made secure
Looked upon and twirled
In times when unsure
In panic we search
Each aisle is clear
The parking lot follows
A tear does appear
The car also empty
Her cell number is left
The store will contact
My daughter bereft
Telephone work colleague
Who searches bathroom,
Trash, offices, outside
More doom and gloom
Drive home in silence
Retrace steps of the day
Perhaps its in mailbox
Or apartment driveway
Places to look dwindle
On stairs to third floor
Dejected I see her fear
Stepping through homes door
Another garbage to search
Disposal and sinks
She collapses on couch
Exhausted Methinks
I continue to hunt
In the bedroom its found
Under covers it hid
Tiny pea-sized mound
For she has lost weight
A fact she argued
Now it's confirmed
By the ring now rescued
I'm grabbed and squeezed tight
A hug so intense
"More things need to be lost"
Jocose, whisper nonsense
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 1
PoetryI am going to attempt to write a poem a week for five years! It is a personal resolution that I am making public in order to hold myself accountable.
