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 http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life.php