A more recent poem: Hope

A poem I wrote about three years ago

Alone, I hear my mother's voice,
Admonishing me to retrace my steps.
It's not lost, she tells me --
Just misplaced.

Slowly at first,
Then more urgently I search,
Emptying whole cupboards
Of my heart.

Then, like a mother
Whose child's hand slips from hers
Before he disappears into a crowd,
I panic, my heart racing,

Searching frantically now,
As if my very life depends on finding it --
A scrap of hope
To feed me for another day.