Thelma's Wondering About Poem by Donal Mahoney

Phone rings. Wilbur answers it.

"This is Grace. Is Thelma there? "

"No, " says Wilbur. "She's out wondering about."

"You mean wandering about? "

‘No, she used to wander about. Now she wonders about. If you see her, bring her home."

"I understand, Wilbur. But if she comes home, tell her I can help her with that quilt."

"I'll tell her, " says Wilbur. "And by the way, I'm no youngster myself. One of these days you might see both of us wondering about. If you do, take us home."

"I'll do that, " says Grace.