Missing..
Mother’s tears,
father’s fears,
twice she ran away,
always talking,
so many angry words,
but there was nothing to say.
A Pick-up truck slowed
on the road,
just behind her.
It was after mid-night,
her options were thin,
his tone almost flippant,
as he demanded her to get in,
with a stare so ice cold,
the pick-up truck was hissing,
and she did as she was told,
now see her pictures everywhere..Missing...
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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