A parents fear, their worst nightmare.
Is sitting alone, in a Police-room chair.
Being interviewed by P.C Plod,
About the child you've fed and shod.
The child you've loved since pre-day one.
The child you could compare with none.
Who's gone astray, you don't know where.
And you can't explain, how much you care.
For your child, who last you saw.
In public park, with ten or more.
Playing safe, on swings and slides.
And who should be clinging to your side.
But now is gone, you know not where.
And you can't explain, how much you care.
Heath Gunn
Wow, very powerful. Much luck to you on your journey to publishing! Your collection is very good, I look forward to reading more!
A parents fear, their worst nightmare. Is sitting alone, in a Police-room chair. Being interviewed by P.C Plod, .it is matter of great shame that parents are to called in police station to explain the copnduct ofchild...itis not only painful but shocking too as it is great worry for parents......lovleywrite...nice piece....10 read mine son...sun &son...kids...smiley....
A lost child, a parents worst nightmare. Very nicely put together. Think I see a gift forming here.
This is absolutely beautiful. I understand how you feel. My mom's friend's daughter got kidnapped while playing in the park across the street. I know how she was feeling... she wouldn't stop crying. Anywho, umm that was lovely. If you have the time, would you please read my poems and give me feedback. I would really appreciate it. Thanks so much. Love ya, Tiff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Expresses that raw emotion of parental fear well.
Thank you Jeannette, glad you liked it