Text by Barbara Kaye
My mother was a closet writer, throughout her life, she wrote what she called “thoughtfuls”, spontaneous, often whimsical expressions of her daily life.
This is one of them.
A Lost One
I lost one, loved.
With two hearts on it.
One hand left out,
“Oh damn!”, I shout.
“I lost a glove!”
– Barbara Kaye
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