Two Missing Pieces
My mom kept all her grandkids one summer
To visit a week or two
Wouldn't ya know it, it started to rain
Stuck inside with nothing to do
The older ones started a puzzle so grand
With every animal found at the zoo
When young Zach tried to help, they only shoved him away
On how to get even he quietly started to stew
I pretended to read my magazine while this was going on
But watched as Zach stuck in his pocket - pieces numbering two
For days and days the puzzle grew
And we all anxiously awaited the final view
Then disappointed faces all around
Searching the whole house through and through
Then Zach walked up with his crooked smile
Finished the puzzle and whistling, from the room withdrew
©Donna Jones
Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2013
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