I have
from time to time
misplaced
my faith
in searching I
reflexively
pat my pockets like
making sure I
leave home with
wallet, keys
not trivializing the
nature of
my faith
reminiscent of
school days
searching
lost and found box
for missing mitten
my mother
scolded me for
losing
sending me
to sulk
in my room
for I knew
then as now
I could
never
find what I
had lost
in some shady
stray box
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2023
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I love this! So well build and based. It feels very grounded in reality.
Thank you Caitlin. Appreciate the feedback, especially since I wasn’t so sure about this one after I posted it. Glad it struck a positive chord!
Poignant. Haunting. Beautiful. Love it
Thank you, Darryl. Much appreciated.