Missing My Keys

With jacket zipped and scarf just-so, I reached to get my keys But nothing dangled from their hook, Which brought me to my knees. I mentally went back in time – Remembered coming in And had to thus unlock the door, So where do I begin? While searching high and low, I thought, Is this the way it starts? My keys go first, my marbles next And soon I’m off the charts. The text I sent my husband Let him know my sorry state. At first I got no answer And could barely concentrate. Then suddenly, my phone a’buzz, I did a double-take – “I have your keys along with mine – I grabbed them by mistake.” As sweet relief surged through my bones, Annoyance slipped away. Senility may visit soon But gladly, not today!