Never Doubt the Power of Poetry
In my last post I lamented, poetically, the disappearance of my granddaughter’s stuffed lamb, which I had become very fond of on our trip to San Diego. This morning my daughter posted the following on Facebook: “After reading your poem, I’m thinkin I’ll have to go tear her room, my room, the rest of the house, the garage and my car completely apart… 😥 ”
Two hours later, the following appeared: “The little lamb that inspired a poem has been found. Now I can get back to my regularly scheduled life. ”
The stuffed panda we bought at the San Diego Zoo, also missing, turned up as well.