where's my keys

mothers
know where everything is.

gloves,
shoes, a book for school.

where's my
hairbrush
my sister says.

the leash to the dog.
my slippers,

the ball, I ask.
top shelf,

she'll say, pointing
to the closet.

look under the bed,
or in the basement.

where's my good shirt?
I ironed
it,

it's in your room on
a hangar.

where's my keys, I yell
out
in the early

morning, going from
room to room.

but there's no answer.
i'll have to find things
myself

from here on out.