Where’s Quenby?

On Missing my Thirty-six Year Old Daughter

Where’s Quenby?

A Poem For Two voices

Where’s Quenby?
She’s fine.
Lost on-line?
She’s fine.
Still mine?
All her own.
Gone on quest?
She’ll find.
Out to dine?
Food’s fine.
Sipping wine?
Buzz’s fine.
Whining time?
Seizing time;
Shake it up
And grab it time.

I am here.
She is there.
We are everywhere.

Don’t fret.
Go get
Her cell message.
Eat it up.
Wait some more.

by Jeanne Poland

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