It Must Be Somewhere
It must be somewhere, it must, it must
It’s not that I’ve lost it – it’s really just
I got it
And then I forgot it
I put it down here, I’m sure I did
It’s not my fault if it’s gone and hid
I got it
And then I forgot it
So it must be somewhere, it has to be
I never lose my things, you see
I got it
And then I forgot it
And if with the ‘got’ you choose to ignore
That small bit in front, that miniscule ‘for’
That means, I reckon, in fact I’m sure
That I’ve only gone and got it some more
(Does that make sense?)
It must be some…what do you suppose?
It was here all along right in front of my nose!
Elli Woollard
Elli Woollard writes poems regularly on her blog. You can read her biog here
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Lovely to drop by here and find Elli! I think her work is really super.
Glad you stopped by Zoe. Elli’s work is incredibly observant of family life – and funny too.