Missing My Keys

With jacket zipped and scarf just-so,
I reached to get my keys
But nothing dangled from their hook,
Which brought me to my knees.

I mentally went back in time –
Remembered coming in
And had to thus unlock the door,
So where do I begin?

While searching high and low, I thought,
Is this the way it starts?
My keys go first, my marbles next
And soon I’m off the charts.

The text I sent my husband
Let him know my sorry state.
At first I got no answer
And could barely concentrate.

Then suddenly, my phone a’buzz,
I did a double-take –
“I have your keys along with mine –
I grabbed them by mistake.”

As sweet relief surged through my bones,
Annoyance slipped away.
Senility may visit soon
But gladly, not today!