Searching
By Joyce Andrews 
 
Once again, my list has vanished;
it was here, but now it’s missing.
Keys and glasses disappearing;
books and letters – overdue.
I’m forever searching, searching,
they must be here, and I need them!

Could it be that what is missing,
what I want this very minute-
could it be that what I’m really
searching for,
my child,
is you?