Birthday Moments

1.

The most unhappy moment on my birthday

was the moment I noticed I’d lost my shawl.

The weather was neither hot nor cold

but warm, with short spurts of rain.

I took my black woollen shawl ‘just in case’.

It was the perfect weight for between seasons.

After lunch I stood to leave the café

and saw I didn’t have it — nowhere at all.

I consoled myself: ‘It was twelve years old’.

Still I went back over the terrain

I’d walked before. Of course, not a trace.

I supposed the Universe must have its reasons.

2.

I recalled being told, a year ago,

‘You should stop wearing so much black.

Get into light colours —pink, blue, green.’

This was said in the course of a healing

so I should have paid it closer attention,

but that shawl was a gift from a dear friend.

The happiest birthday moment, you know,

was kind of the same one, turned on its back.

With my old  shawl nowhere to be seen,

clearly someone had found it and decided on stealing.

I went to the cop shop and made a mention —

then I bought me a present, a pink shawl! The End.

Form: rimas dissolutas.

Poetic Asides November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge, day 12: your happiest and/or saddest moment.  (I've been dealing with deeply sad and intensely happy moments for a year or more, so this time I thought I'd keep it light and shallow!)