The Lonely Mitten

the lonely mitten was once not alone,

nice and cozy covered over with a reindeer mitten

in 4 degree weather, proudly keeping her 

delicate hands and wrists warm against

the cold, we were all happy together

until one fell out of the sleeve of a coat

in a fancy museum, noticed but ignored

by a family member, and left behind

on that shiny black and white tile.

the lonely mitten now lies on the floor

of her room, not of much use, but loved

nonetheless.