THE LOST DAYTIMER
We had the book last night, we are both sure about that,
We wrote a date in it as with the missionaries we did chat,
But right at the moment we have searched about everywhere,
Yet it cannot be found, not even with a really fervent prayer.
It is how we keep things straight now we are getting old,
Appointments and important dates that we have been told,
Hotel verification was written quite plain, bold and clear,
I hope we don’t have to pay twice or it will be very dear.
It is like losing your right arm we don’t know what to do,
I hope it has a conscience and the book comes into view,
We can start a new one but some information is all gone,
If the thing we cannot find to appointments we may not come.
Maybe it will show up by itself in an hour or two later today,
Or before we leave for Sudbury or go blindly on our way,
The name of Brian’s new doctor and the correct date and time,
For this naughty DayTimer to run away to us quite a bad crime.
If you see a black one wandering anywhere at all around
Please send it home and no anger or malice will be found
It will be welcomed with open arms and even give a hug,
I know where I haven’t looked, underneath the big rug>
I had just finished the poem and wondered were was the book,
I needed to go to the bathroom and around there I did look,
And to my joy and surprise there it lay by the sink on the floor,
I wish it would have told us it had to go, it even closed the door!
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 24 October 2005