Feel an ache within your heart,
A strong wish that we werent apart,
A desire to hold me and see me again,
To put an end to this unbearable pain.
To share a magical memory of times long ago,
To imagine whats yet to come we dont know,
A tug of love and the tears start to flow,
As you look at my picture and ask 'where did you go?'
For I am not there, I'm not in your sight,
I'm not there in the morning nor there in the night,
My bed lies cold and my pillow untouched,
And I know you miss me so very much.
Something went wrong and I was taken,
A plan went wrong and identity mistaken,
They took me away without a second thought,
Leaving you, my mother, and family distraught.
You cannot find me you've searched everywhere,
Though your heart tells you I'm out there somewhere,
You wanna cry and scream at the same time,
You want justice brought to those who committed this crime!
Time is a healer so people say,
To you though the pain drags on everyday,
And I in turn, want to come home to you mummy,
I miss my pink blanket and my worn out pink dummy.
I dont know these people who hold me here,
They keep brushing my hair and calling me 'dear,'
They gave me new clothes which are ripped and wet,
I sleep on a blanket that is no way near a bed.
I miss you mummy and I know you miss me,
Don't give up looking; I'm here to see,
You need to be strong and keep willing to fight,
I wanna come home mummy, any time day or night
Vicki Wroe, 19 (C)
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