Unsolved Mystery
An evil person snatched a child up off the street.
One block from my house, tidy, silently and neat.
The police did not believe the mother, she was a suspect.
I saw details on TV where the husband showed some conflict.
The child had been delivering papers and told a man he felt funny.
He was busy with his own child, the day was dark, not yet sunny.
He told the other person’s child to go on ahead, and he’d keep an eye out.
Thirty years later, I wonder if he wishes he’d have followed child’s doubt.
The child has never been found, and that was nineteen eighty-four.
Never has a body been found, but the neighbors who lived next door.
Reported that the mother acted suspicious in all kinds of ways that day.
I imagine she was pre-grieving, knowing her child had been whisked away.
I always wonder what happened to this little twelve-year-old.
What kind of brassy, evil, villain walked up so big and bold.
And snatched another mother’s child away, off the street?
So tidy, silently, and stealthily. To find him would be a real treat.
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