Miss Mazi is Missing
by Lori V. Bulloch
Miss Mazi is missing.
Oh, where could she be?
She's never, ever been
Far away from me.
A tortoise so little –
She couldn't be far.
Please, please, Lord, don't let her
Get hit by a car!
Miss Mazi is making
Me worry and wait.
She's making me check each
Nook, cranny and grate.
With neighborhood knocking
And signs taped on post,
Empty hands clasped in prayer
Assure me the most.
Miss Mazi's appearing
(Done all on her own?)
Crawling out from the vines
Of her own backyard home.
How did she do that?
Hide out for so long?
And what does it matter?
I'll sing a glad song...
Miss Mazi is HOME now.
She's safe at long last!
My three weeks of wond'ring
All now in the past.
I've learned this one lesson:
No matter how low,
We are in the Lord's hands
Wherever we go.
6 comments:
Absolutely darling. I feel the worry.
I love this! Since I know Mazi and how much she means to the author, I could feel her emotion through the poem. Wonderful!
Having had a small tortoise vanish, probably to hibernate, I feel the pain. Unfortunately, I had to leave that home too soon to know whether it would have turned out well...
I love this poem! So fun to read. Thanks for sharing your talent with us, Lori! Looking forward to reading more from you.
I love this. It flows so nicely! Thank you for sharing it with us!
Lovely! I too lost a tortoise once. These creatures can be quite fast sometimes :-)
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