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.
I am glad they found them! That is so frustrating when you cannot find something and you know you have them!
ReplyDeleteYour ending lines were beautiful and can have other meanings too...
ReplyDeletebut what is to be done when
we can't unlock the mind to find
the skeleton needed to go home?
So happy the keys were found.
Your comment about the POWER OF keys is the essence of this slice. I am glad they are home and back inside their home.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad they found their keys! The nonet their momentary crisis inspired is great. I love how it applies to so many aspects of life!
ReplyDeleteVery nice 😊 It happens many times that we cannot find things which are in front of us.
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