Loretta Haynes Poems

On a fall breezy cool dark night my mom said' Hey please find all of your socks. I cannot find them, I cannot find them I said. I cannot find them, not even under your bed. Are the socks flying somewhere in the air? Or are they even behind the chairs?

I have looked in the Chester drawers, the closets you see. Could you have buried the socks under the tall tall tree? No I said I would not hide my socks it is true. I would not hide them not from me and no mom not from you.
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