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Lost And Found
by Charles E Minshall
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She may think I don't see her here,
But she's wrong I see her everywhere.
Nylons hung on a towel to dry,
Panties on faucets for the same I spy.
Curlers in chairs I've set upon,
Bobby pins I'm always stepping on.
Yes, I do know she's around,
I can tell it from the lost and found.
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In all fairness to my wife,
we have four daughters.
10/14/2001 Posted on 10/14/2001
Copyright © 2025 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 07/25/03 at 08:57 PM Makes me think of my uncle's house. Four women, one man |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/20/03 at 04:58 AM The sights, sounds, touch, and smells... the hairdryer, the roast (yummy), and... you missed the bras hanging haywire drying out on whatever hook or protrusion is handy. Fun and so true to life poem, Charlie. |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 05/08/04 at 05:04 AM Hi Charles,
Cute and memorable. I guess you who know she's still around. Hum, kinda a rough life for ya with four women and one man. Your wife and four daughters. Good one. |
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