Lost and Found
While doing the daily laundry,
and sorting through the socks,
I'd always be at a loss,
because one would always be missing,
and I'd come up short,
that's why when I
get to Heaven,
I'll shed a lot of happy tears
to see Jesus and my folks,
and also that mysterious
pile of missing socks
thats disappeared over the years!
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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