Introduction

It had been a long day. My children were playing a marble game (something like 'hungry hippo" but with frogs). After the 20th "Mommy, I lost my marbles" I finally lost mine.

Marbles

Of the problems I've encountered
This one's my worst so far.
You see, I've lost my marbles
And I don't know where they are.

I'm guessing that my problem
Became apparent, I would say
When I rubbed *Crest on my shoulder
And filled my toothbrush with *Ben Gay.

I recall a near-encounter
Of this problem once before,
But as I fell I noticed them,
Strewn across the floor.

So I'll think back in my mind
And try to re-account my day.
Maybe I can pinpoint
When my marbles got away.

Did I lose them in my laundry
That's piled half up my wall?
Or in the 5-mile check-out line
In that over-crowded mall?

In the busy doctor's office
Where every baby fussed?
Or did I lose them driving home
When I got stuck behind that bus?

If I turn off all my lights
And sit here quietly,
Maybe my little marbles
Will find their way to me.

I guess I'll go on living,
Though my head's still in a fog.
Now, I think I'll walk my cactus
And pour water on my dog.

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Footnote: Crest is a brand of
toothpaste and Ben Gay is
ointment for sore muscles.
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Copyright; Tina Northfield
Email: cfnorth@sympatico.ca