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My Homeless Missing Child

01-17-2010 at 02:11:56 PM

My Homeless Missing Child

One day as I was playing, for fear I did not care
I listened to a stranger, now I'm here but I don't know where
Momma, are you wondering? Momma, are you there?
Momma I hear you crying, I'm here but I don't know where
Are you lonely too, dear Momma? Do you hurt down deep inside?
Since that lovely afternoon, I sense your heart has died
But hurt no more dear Momma, for it has been quite a while
You'll love again, but don't forget...your homeless, missing child.confused

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.