Missing
No one knew where" it" went,
why after a long shower
and a breakfast of tea and toast
"it" kissed it's mother fondly
and walked out the door.
Overnight the home
became a house. Friends
would visit, armed with beer
and tales of those camping
escapades of two summers gone
hoping to entice "it" home
Sometimes they swore they saw "it"
reaching out of the window
of a passing car. Doctors came
and went, each with their
own sniffer dog, unleashed once
after breakfast, and just before
sleep. None found "its" scent.
The house became shabby,
garden overgrown. Months passed,
efforts dimmed, Friends moved on.
Then at a cafe table
as a child sneezed pea's onto
her fathers plate, "it" returned,
surfing home on the crest of your
sudden smile.
Frederick Kesner
Imagine referring to a child as "it." I guess it has been known to happen. Or is "it" joy... on a second thought I thought "it" was the peas. But that's just me. :-)
Imagine referring to a child as "it." I guess it has been known to happen. Or is "it" joy... on a second thought I thought "it" was the peas. But that's just me. :-)
"It" may well be the feeling of oneness, the knowing heart, the belonging, - this wonderful verse invokes much thought and the use of the word "it" is inspired Vince. - - - - - - I just had to re -read "it" all over again - and may still be wrong on the identity - but it was a challenge to try Your work, as always inspires me.