Lost and Found

Small miracles;

Small things.

Easily lost.

Snagged onto something?

Thrown out with newspaper?

Drats.

$3,000.

I didn’t turn on the light

When I put them in the cabinet

I promised myself I would always put them in

No matter what.

I hadn’t worn them that evening because the

batteries were dead.

The batteries are always dead.

I used DeRay’s TV ears.

I set them on the arm of the couch next to me

and take them to the desk when I leave for bed.

A few days later,

When I went to get them,

Only one was there.

Where is the other one?

I take everything out of the shelves;

I search the desk in case it had fallen;

I look through the drawers.

I get down on the floor and feel underneath.

I go to the couch and search around and under.

I search the pockets of my pants and jacket

In case they had snagged on my iPod ear buds.

I search my purse.

I bring the garbage can in and dump everything out.

Drats.

One last time, I get down on the floor to look under the couch.

DeRay hands me a flashlight and lifts the couch.

Relief.

Elation!

Joy!

Even though I hate them.

Hearing Aids are too small, too quiet, too expensive.

Can’t they light up or ring or talk?

Small miracles;

Small things.