The Search

Daisy Peasblossom on Dec 30, 2009

Three years ago my children helped me move. Today, I need the title for my truck.

I found buffy scripts
Transcripts,
papers ripped
And lots, lots more…

but the truck title,
Not the truck title,
It doesn’t exist anymore!

I found kazoos
Old news
Bills from 1952
(Ok, my mother was a packrat too)

I found
Lesson plans
House plans
A recipe for beans and ham

I found
Grade cards
Cloth yards
Seeds for spinach and swiss chard

I found old shoes
Torn up trews
Ex-husband’s battle-mat views

Dig and delve
Though I might
No title has come in sight.

Mutter, mutter
Under breath
Imprecations, pain of death;

No matter how busy you may be
NEVER LET THY KIDS PACK FOR THEE!

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Comments (10)

Guy Hogan on Dec 30, 2009
It’s a difficult lesson to learn and I don’t even have kids.
ken bultman on Dec 30, 2009
I’m smiling although I know it’s not funny. It’s possible to obtain a duplicate title here. I’m sure it is in Ol’ Miss, as well. Of course, once you get a duplicate you’ll find the original.
Paul Roberts on Dec 30, 2009
Been there , done that. Even found some old wedding vows but not the old scoot key! Friend, fan, smile.Happy New Year.
standingproud on Dec 30, 2009
now dont ya just hate that.
What bugs me when having to hunt,is the time wasted.
Hope you come up with the goods.
Ruby Hawk on Dec 30, 2009
Daisy, loved your poem. Did you move? It sounds like you did. I did it 8 years ago and I hope I never do it again. That\’s a job I can do without.
Daisy Peasblossom on Dec 30, 2009
Three years ago–and I still cant find half my stuff.
Eunice Tan on Dec 30, 2009
A nice poem
Christine Ramsay on Dec 31, 2009
Ha ha! It is a wonder there was any room for you in the truck. A great read.

Christine
TroostAvenue on Jan 1, 2010
Nicely done. It’s the kids getting back at you for making them clean their rooms.
PR Mace on Jan 5, 2010
Cute poem. I always put things were I know I will find them and then I can’t find them. Guess that’s life.

Hi there!