Just as I sat down to host my writing group, I received a call from my parents. I assumed they were calling to tell me they got home safely, as they flew out of Connecticut earlier today to return to their home in Florida. It was a short but wonderful visit with our small family.
However, the tone of my mother's voice imparted that they were definitely NOT where they wanted to be.
She asked, "Heather, did your dad happen to leave our car keys at your house?"
My shoulders sagged as I responded, "Oh no, you can't find your keys?"
Even if we had them, we certainly could not solve their problem today. The keys are still missing, and I hope a friend can find the spare set at their home.
As I wait I wrote a nonet.
Keys
unlock
doors, boxes,
and other things
of value we aim
to keep safe from others,
but what is to be done when
we can't unlock the mind to find
the skeleton needed to go home?
Last minute update just as I was about to hit publish: The keys were found! Um, they were found inside a suitcase they said they checked three times. But hey, this gave me something to write about.