One Glove

beverlyanna

By Beverlyanna

Something caught my eye
Half buried in the snow

One glove… just one

For some strange reason I chose to pick it up
It seemed odd without its mate
Once warm… part of  a perfect pair
It was now stiff… frozen solid

I wondered who it once belonged to
The owner would probably discard  the other one
Into the trash heap
For what good would one remaining glove be?
Supposed to be two.

It seemed worthless now

Just one  glove
Forgotten in the snow.

I picked in up.
And took it home .

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