She's a Runaway

While on patrol Down by the beach A shadow in the water Just out of my reach It's off a young girl About sixteen years old What would have troubled her For her life to fold We report it in And await the coroners van To unscramble this enigma As to why this all began Down at the morgue Through her belongings we look A bracelet we find And her diary book We check on the computer Under the missing persons file This girl so young Still a juvenile We sit and ponder At her watery stray This girl so young She's a runaway We head back to the patrol car For we have sad news to tell How do you tell her parents For inside me it dwells We knock on the door And her mother appears May we please come in As her smile disappears On the beach front tonight A young girl was found In the shallows by the pier I'm so very sorry, she drowned On the way back to the precinct I'm thinking of home Of my own young daughter Pray-fully, she'll never roam A week has passed Since they laid her to rest They said, look after your daughter I sure will mam, I'll do my best http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-4.php
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Meade Stephenson Avatar
December 3, 2009 at 2:10 PM
A topic close to my heart ....very descriptive and can feel the emotions emanating from the imagery...Another great write James ..thanks for sharing...Mary
Haick Avatar
November 29, 2009 at 9:49 PM
Another good write, James. This is a very difficult issue because there're so many reasons that cause children to runaway. Parents blame themselves most of the time and sometimes it's not their fault. This makes me feel real sad. Everyday, the news media cover similar stories. God bless. Peace, love, Audrey
Scoville Avatar
November 27, 2009 at 7:58 PM
Goodness me it is difficult enough knowing that my children were taken from me but at least I know they are relatively safe....to think of them running away and NOT knowing and what they can face sends shudders running through me...The Southern Belle Kristy De La Keur
La France Avatar
November 27, 2009 at 10:14 AM
What a difficult job you have, dear sir, and what a heartwretching poem you have penned for us, let me brush a tear away, how sad, for not only the girl, her family, but for you, for it is a memory you(and I am sure there are many)that you carry in your heart, but dear poet you have written it, now release the pain, to the universe.. let it go...
Kendrick Avatar
November 27, 2009 at 7:47 AM
Parenting is a very difficult job and some children are easier to parent than others. Beautiful and thoughtfull well prepared Rhyme. Keep the magical pen flowing. Sara
Sweetheart Avatar
November 26, 2009 at 5:49 PM
And I know u are a wonderful Dad, James, and this is a sad, but all too often true, tale about our young folks running away cause life is unbearable for them to handle... or a young love gone wrong.. what did her diary say? such a sensitive piece of poetry tonight.. from your gifted pen.. and mind.. luv.. Linda-Marie, "Sweetie"
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November 26, 2009 at 1:34 PM
Ow my this is terrible..it gave me chills to my spine..who knows what a person pass through..no one never knows that split of a moment,,very sad story indeed James--Charma
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