These feet scurry about
From room to room
Standing still for a moment
While my brain tries
To remember why I’m here.
Oh yes – that skirt
That pad of paper
Don’t forget this other
Very important thing.
Check the list.
What was it, again?
The kitchen sink?
Why not take that too?
All the things that will
Keep me safe
In a foreign land.
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I had no idea you could write such good poetry! This has a wonderful rhythm and tone to it. And I just love the last stanza - the humor of the kitchen sink combined with the poignancy of the final two lines. Terrific job! (I also like the piece you did for Lucky.)
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