POEM: My Heart is Missing

Have you seen it?
Wet and rouge

Damp as a sponge?
It slipped through slotted hands

Now, what will I do?
An orphan, I wished

I had met my grandmother, Josephine –
My heart was a birthday gift

Boxed and wrapped
In the memory of family.

I placed it into your fingers
Outstretched like whip coral.

I have searched for it everywhere.
But it has vanished

Without leaving so much
As a forwarding address.