She searched, frantically
pacing back and forth
calling out his name

How had she lost track of her baby?

He was tiny, smaller
than all the other lambs
And now he was lost
Hopes of finding him
quickly dwindling

A sudden hush fell
over the anxious flock
as the young shepherd
slowly made his way
along the path

The little lost lamb
peacefully laid
across his arm – safe

Overcome with relief,
unable to speak, she
gently leaned into the shepherd

It’s okay. I found him
You must know I would never leave him behind

Yes, she knew, but somehow, had forgotten

Crystal Bridges Museum, Bentonville, AR