James Fraser Poet Rhyme

Missing

A perfect day in all our homes
Children play, and some times roam
With their mates, pals from school
As parents, how hard we rule?
 
Hours pass
As our brains vision
My child
Missing
 
Panic sets
Hope goes
Its only hours
Woe flows
 
Cops are called
Search is on
To determine where
This kid has gone
 
Tomorrows dawn
Parents drained
This day
Not the same
 
Files checked
Precinct ready
An officer has found a teddy
On broken ground 
Not far from home
Where innocents are free to roam
 
Suspects checked
Known as they are
On this day
Have they gone too far
Officers view, but cannot say
As all around we all but pray
 
Days pass
As parents dread
Their little child
May be found dead
 
The phone rings
Hope or Hell
Voice choked
Tears swell
 
In a wooded clearing 
Run down shack
A child is found
Thank the lord for that
 
This families prayers
As tears stream
Can wake up from this dream
All their hopes
And all their wishing
She's not Missing


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Jo Hayton May 30, 2009 at 2:59 PM The teddy is always so the iconic piece in any story like this, the innocence, a teddy dropped by fear, you just can't bring yourself to think about it, a poem that sets home so many worries for any parent, wonderfully wrote James, Jo x

Ashe Kristy De La Keur Scoville May 30, 2009 at 7:34 AM WOW!!!! Great write and very emotional..... i have been there if even for only a few moments...thanks for the comments...yes victim survivor ios true and he man is about my sons friend that is like a son to me as well......

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen May 30, 2009 at 4:42 AM James, The emotionality here is very well captured. As a parent, I often had worries as you described in your poem. Prayers are answered. And love continues to those fortunate, found little ones. God bless you, This, like all of your poems, is well composed and hit a home run for insight. Lovingly, Dane

Anna-Marie Docherty May 30, 2009 at 3:50 AM This one tugs at both heart and mind, drawing you through it hooked to the finish...how clearly you hold the storyline within! Well done, Anna-Marie.

Kristin Reynolds May 30, 2009 at 3:30 AM This poem is hard to read, being a mama; life if terrifying, all that worry...I am SO glad the ending was happy. I wish that for every single parent on earth. love, Kristin

Carrie Richards May 29, 2009 at 5:58 PM This is one of the worst fears a parent can have!! So glad this had a happy ending!! ~ Carrie

Nathan Leccese May 29, 2009 at 5:01 PM Beautiful poem James! You had me worried in the middle of it. I know how this feels. My son ran off one time at a store, though we would never find him. Nate