Tonight my daughter lost an earring back.
(She pierced her lobes a couple months ago.)
I'd thought I'd eat a bit, then hit the sack,
But when she called, I knew I had to go,
And give her what she needed for her ear;
Her studs, somehow, had wound up over here.
I twiddled through a little box I keep
To see if I could add a pretty finding.
But all my earrings in their little heap
Were putting off my hopes of just unwinding.
I picked two backs, and headed out the door.
I'd wondered lately, what I'd kept them for.


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But all my earrings in their little heap
Were putting off my hopes of just unwinding."
What a great Dad you are - your daughter has you wrapped - hey?There is nothing ordinary about this every day poetry... you amaze
kissinglessons, thanks for popping in. And what else could I do? That's what I get for cooking my dinner at the kids' bedtime.
Y Heron, long time no see. Yes, totally wrapped. That's her job, no?
trilogy, I guess I could say that's what I did. All I remember doing was shoving a little tiny box into the corner of a shelf. Thanks for the vote on my prescience.
ladyslipper, that's even better than prescience.
kit, I'm glad seemingly useless things can take on another life. Now, I still have this tangled marionette...
anna1, that seems to be the prevailing opinion! And the truest part of the sentence is, I didn't know.
scupper, I dearly hope so. Thanks for piping up -- I've been missing you.
Pilgrim, indeed... was it all about chivalry?
I still have lots of posts and backs I probably will never wear again -- I'll keep them for the next such event.
Thank you all, as always. Your avatars are like landing lights on the runway, late at night. I deeply appreciate every word of encouragement.
All for now.