I lost my confidence:
Somewhere along the line
I must have dropped it or
Popped it down
Or it was stolen
While I slept.
I searched high and low,
Turned the house upside down,
My pockets inside out
And myself into a quivering mess.
Back of the sofa,
Behind the fridge,
In the upstairs bathroom,
By the kitchen sink,
I was beginning to think
It was gone forever…
I could not remember its shape:
Its form
Its weight;
Thought it too late
To get it back.
My mother had lost hers too
And so had Sue from next door
And the woman in the queue at the
Post office said hers went years ago,
That she watched it,
Swirling down the drain
With the dregs of her life.
And then,
Just when I thought
St Anthony had really let me down,
I found mine again
In a conversation with a friend.
We were having tea and
Suddenly there it was,
Snuffling towards me across the table -
A bit unstable
But definitely mine.
It is a little bashed I own,
Because somewhere along the line
I must have left it
Unattended;
Poor thing needs some love
And understanding,
But I think in time
It – and I – will be just fine.
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