Sunday Poetry: Ballade Of Lost Objects

Where are the ribbons I tie my hair with? Where is my lipstick? Where are my hose - The sheer ones hoarded these weeks to wear with Frocks the closets do not disclose? Perfumes, petticoats, sports chapeaus, The blouse Parisian, the earrings Spanish - Everything suddenly up and goes. And where in the world did the children vanish? This is the house I used to share with Girls in pinafores, shier than does. I can recall how they climbed my stairs with Gales of giggles on their tiptoes. Last seen wearing both braids and bows (And looking rather Raggedy-Annish), When they departed nobody knows - Where in the world did the children vanish? Two tall strangers, now I must bear with, Decked in my personal furbelows, Raiding the larder, rending the air with Gossip and terrible radios. Neither my friends nor quite my foes, Alien, beautiful, stern and clannish, Here they dwell, while the wonder grows: Where in the world did the children vanish? Prince, I warn you, under the rose, Time is the thief you cannot banish. These are my daughters, I suppose. But where in the world did the children vanish?