Poems Primarily Narrative (or not)

The MUST Have

I nearly had a fit today

I misplaced something needed

I knew I should have taken care

The right procedure heeded

It wasn't on the nightstand

I didn't see it on the floor

It wasn't on my dresser top

Nor was it hanging on my door

I went through all my pockets

Checked the place I kept my keys

I scratched behind chair cushions

And the rug on bended knees

I couldn't go to work without it

It was required to start my day

Of all the things I had to have

It was essential to making hay

Finally in the bathroom

Where it had rested all the while

I looked into the mirror

And there I found my smile