An Old Friend

When searching for something I lost,

check pockets, backpack, pencil case

laundry room, bedroom, and office

what of the shelves by the living room?

or the corner of the kitchen?

When I was a child,

too small to know anything at all

gullible and smiling,

I kept it on my bedroom floor,

among my vast collection of stuffies,

or in the living room

on weekend mornings while my dad

made breakfast to familiar songs.

When I lost it, sometime in middle school,

my waist snatched and my body grew

far beyond my mind and heart.

I searched high and low,

diving deep in caverns,

trying to fly high in the sky,

finding myself failing often.

When I found what I had lost,

my head forward, not back

my hope sleeps next to me in bed,

rising early with me to build.

When I found what I had lost,

it was in a new room in the same house,

a new home with love in hand.

When I had found what I had lost,

I scented myself in flowers.

When I had found what I had lost,

know praise be to God.

Praise be to God

for the comfort life had drained from me,

He refills until my heart overflows.