Missing Keys

Jenny, I'll give you a ride in the car

Okay, Henry

He does not have a car.

Have you seen where I put the keys?

No, I haven't seen any lying around

He cannot see my face with his milky white eyes

much less the keys to his mind.

Do those 2 young men need a ride, Jenny? We have a Big car you know.

No, I don't believe so

He sits in his chair 

Pointing in the empty room

As the colorful afghan hugs his legs.

I hold his hand,

My thumb stroking back and forth 

To the rhythm of his questions.

I Love you, 

I Love you very much, my Jenny-girl, very much.

I Love you too, Henry.

My name is not Jenny.