It’s laundry day.
It. Happened. AGAIN…
Where, O where have you gone, Lost Sock?
At the bottom of the clothes basket, I found you not.
I shall miss your soft texture that warmed my toes,
as well your vibrant hues that did delight mis ojos.
Have you gone off in search of fellow wanderers?
The land-o-lost socks beckons far too many.
Please greet my beloved, rainbow-stripe toe sock
Though decades have past, it’s departure I still mourn.
Did you lose sense of purpose, my Friend?
Were you stepped on too much?
Did the sock drawer smother your significance?
Or, was it washer-and-dryer vertigo that cruelly manifest?
Where, O where have you gone, Lost Sock?
Alas, the search continues around the clock
High and low and under and behind.
Your twin and I await, O Lost Sock of mine.
Thank you for connecting with me in this universal dilemma. It’s a pressing question that emerges frequently in my house. Your home, too? We can only find humor in the loss!
If you throw the odd sock out… the missing one turns up LOL
I see it is a global phenomena. :)
Oh my gosh I am cracking up! Every. Single. Load.
Who would have thought this ever-so-common experience would motivate poetry? But here’s another! http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/008.html?loclr=lsp1_rg0001
Thanks for the grins!
Sometimes these mundane tasks do indeed bring a burst creativity in us. Thanks for the link to “Numbers.” What a fun look at the numbers… and the one lost sock!
I loved your explanation for all the lost socks!
I do believe that the land-o-lost socks has many residents! Thanks for stopping by, Debbie. :-)
Ha! The story of my life. Love it!
So glad to know there are others in this quandry, Julie! :-)