Lost (cinquain)

I work with people with dementia and a very nice woman was always searching for her coat. Even when it was just lying on her walker. When I told her it was on her walker, she had to laugh very loud and then said; "Sometimes I'm a little confused." Then she loved to give me a kiss as to say thank you, which I ofcourse accepted 😉 and moved on to find her room......
For her and her really good mood and laughs I wrote this little poem.