My Child is Missing!

By Denzella

Wed, 22 Aug 2012
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My Child Is Missing!

Today my breaking heart is filled with dread
My child is missing some say presumed dead
At the back of my mind lurk thoughts so vile
Has she been taken by a paedophile?

The police spread out in a long straight line
Beating the undergrowth for some small sign
All day the police search the fields and bogs
Most in a line but some with tracker dogs

Neighbours come out to search a nearby field
Each new search going out further afield
All day long the people hunt high and low
While I hope my child’s not with a psycho

Then I get a kind of premonition
That I’ll be the one under suspicion
The charge is levelled at me, the mother
It must be me, there can be no other

Now the talk is there’s no smoke without fire
And look at me as if I am a liar
Then when I’m taken in for questioning
The phone calls now are mostly threatening

But I couldn’t love this child more than I do
And neighbours must know this to be true
But it is to my everlasting shame
That I failed to protect her, I am to blame

The news says a child’s body has been found
So before too long the Police come round
To take me so I can identify
Though I’m afraid, I must try not to cry

Now I have come from that clinical place
Relieved I could not recognise the face
A body with a label tied on a toe
It’s wicked to name her as just Jane Doe…

FOUND!

My little girl’s been found alive and well
But these past hours I have lived in hell
Now, once again I can spoil her with love
And pray to my God in Heaven above

Thank you for keeping my little girl safe
This child of mine, this sweet innocent waif
Thank God she has come home safe and unharmed
Apart from today her life has been charmed

But still the thought of the woman who waits
For the child whose body deteriorates
Is the thought that haunts me, so I must pray
For her to have closure this very day

To be with her daughter, the dead Jane Doe
That poor mother…who still does not know!

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Moving and thoughtful. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Denzella on
Hello Rhiannonw, Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I seem to have lost most of my readers so I am especially grateful for your interest. Moya
 

Submitted by jolono on
They don't know what they're missing Moya. Reminded me of that poor woman who just died without knowing where her son is.So sad.

 

Submitted by Denzella on
Hello Jolono, Yes she was in my mind also. Such a tragedy that she went to her grave not knowing. How does one live through an experience like that? Thanks for the read and the lovely comment, mate. Moya
 

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on
A touching and passionate piece Moya. If only all such stories could end happily! Linda

Linda

Submitted by Denzella on
Yes, Linda, It is so sad to hear of any such cases but when the parents are implicated as quite a few have been that is even worse. However, it is not so in every case. That is why I wanted to try to show that not everyone follows that awful pattern. Then, as Jolono says that poor woman who went to her grave not knowing where her son was buried, she too was in my mind. Thanks for the read and the comment and I'm glad you had a lovely holiday. Moya
 

Submitted by Natalia on
Good one Moya.

Natalia :)

Submitted by Denzella on
Hello Natalia, Thanks for the read and the comment. Have a good weekend, Moya
 

Submitted by TVR on
Hello Moya. What a fantastically moving poem from you. Besides the obvious - really good metre and rhyme (you’ve so got the hang of that now) - the sentiments conveyed are powerful and heartfelt and touch us all. That terrible moment of realising a child has been away from you for too long. The feeling of dread and panic, and of guilt when people look at you and wonder. One’s worst thoughts are brought to a head with the discovery of a body, followed by (if one is lucky enough) the absolute relief of finding out it isn’t your child after all; but then again, the shifting feelings towards the ‘real’ parents of said child, your own relief mixed with concern for what’s in store for them. An awful scenario. Really excellent piece in the light of recent events. Very well written and expressed, Moya. Trev

TVR

Submitted by Denzella on
Trev, So sorry not to have replied to your most encouraging comment on my poem. It is an awful scenario and as you say in light of recent events but what I wanted to show was that not all cases follow the awful pattern of parents being implicated. I am so encouraged by your comment about good metre and rhyme and do you really think I have got the hang of it? Thanks once again, Trev, and will be over for a cuppa soon. Lots of catching up to do. Moya x