Six Word Fridays: Found
Just this morning I was searching.
Searching for something haphazardly set aside.
Now, because my search was unsuccessful,
We'll consider that item officially lost.
Who knows when we'll find it.
Probably when we don't need it.
And it will irk me terribly.
Why does that always happen, anyway?
It makes me so very frustrated.
But then I start to think.
I feel lost on occasion, too.
And I find myself unexpectedly, too.
I find myself in little moments.
In my morning cup of coffee,
In a cuddle from my children,
In a smile from my husband.
Maybe we lose things on purpose.
So we can recall their necessity.
Or just so we can reflect
On what things really need finding.