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Sandi Underwood was born a PK (Preacher’s Kid) in the beautiful East Tennessee Mountains, where family stories were passed down, generation-to-generation. Her love of writing was cultivated at an early age when family get-togethers and Church dinners-on-the-grounds provided an idyllic backdrop for memories that fuel her stories. Sandi’s early career included working with children in both the public and private sectors. Later in life, her path took a different direction, but her love of books was ever-present. Today, she shares a home with her rescue dog, Gus, and draws inspiration from her grandchildren as she continues to write for both children and adults. Learn more at www.sandiunderwood.net and track her writing journey at www.sandiu.blogspot.com, follow her on Twitter @SandiGCY, and like her Facebook page at Sandi Underwood/gcywriter or email her at sandiu@comcast.net.

Friday, March 7, 2008

THE MISSING PERSON

My eyes are droopy.
My body sags.
My underarms jiggle.
My memory lags.

The clothes in my closet
I’ve worn before,
But recently they’ve shrunk
And fit me no more.

‘Tis not to say
I’m sad or lone,
Just curious to know
Where have I gone?
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1 comment:

Nancy Kelly Allen said...

Sandi, your poem made me laugh because it reminds me of ME.

October 21, 2009 at 1:16 PM

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