Summer disappeared, at the beginning of spring,
So far her dear family, has not heard a thing,
God help them to bear-up, through out this ordeal,
Til we've walked in their shoes, we won't know how they feel,
Three little babies, are left wondering when,
They will be held, by their Mommy again,
Parents and family, neighbors and friends,
All just want Summer, to come back home again,
So if anyone out there, can help in any way,
Step-up to the plate friend, is what we all pray,
Don't think 'it can't happen, not in our small town',
And let's not stop praying, til Summer is found.
3-27-11
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