How Did I Loose Those? Poem by Elizabeth Middleton

I've lost many other things before.
From my keys to my rings,
From my books to my tickets,
And from my friends to my lover.

Well, no one ever thought,
That a ditz such as me,
Could even be taught,
Or possibly scrape her knee,
Over loosing her mothers three.

I had three you see.
One for my dad,
One for my steps,
And another for fall back.
As one died and the other left.

They later found me some how,
And entrusted me with their remains,
Only the Lord know why,
To keep and remember them all bye.

I was so tired,
I didn't know what else to do.
So, I took the vases off my bed.
I slept well that night,
But when I awoke,
The vases were nowhere in sight!

I have searched and searched,
But to no avail.
I will wait and see,
When my husband comes to be hailed,
If he might know, or have seen,
My mothers three.

Besides and after all,
He did not like them,
And never will,
For they took us,
Out of their wills.