Missing

Missing girls possessions
Parents obsessions
Doll, clothes, shoes
the parents mull over
they’ll never recover
She’s being missing two months now
still her parents row
“I want her back, NOW”
Recrimination
protestation
Desperation
DESPAIR
Her mum has a frame
with a snip of her hair
she takes it out
and feels it with care
It's her treasure
nothing else can measure
Remembering
Her dad has her favourite book
he keeps it in a secret nook
often compelled to have a look
Remembering
Every morning they run to the door
to meet the postman
first name terms now “Dan”
“Sorry folks, nothing today”
they go inside and pray
She’s no longer headline news
everybody has their views
about which they opine
often over a glass of wine
The parents separate
can no longer operate
both consumed by guilty memories
suspicious of each others queries
They no longer gel
trapped in private hell
They need to mourn
but as long as she's still missing
there’s hope
that’s how they cope
I can’t imagine their sadness
hanging on verge of madness

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Comments
hey susan,what a great poem to do.true to the live's of those who don't know if they lost for good or not.always hoping.sad but true.as parent's we all have that fear in us.great poem.tina
Thanks Tina sometimes there's poems that write themselves and I go with the flow this is one of them glad you liked Susan x
excellence is realized! loved this.
Hi Morris you are very kind glad you loved the poem thank you x