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!
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