It was November 1991,
The child, an eleven year old son,
Just a shoe found,
Nothing more, volunteers looked all around…
This year is seventeen years,
Wouldn’t he come home somehow,
I mean he would be like twenty-eight,
Let everyone know, if alive, what was his fate…
No amber alert back then,
All do pray constantly on his behalf,
For a change this is not one of my poems for a laugh,
Read the story attached, who knows something might come of it,
Beyond that, be he lost, or hopefully not dead,
Let me end this poem with to God an amen…
© ed ~ 8/7/08
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Powerfully penned heartbreak; I just can't imagine....
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
Love and (((hugs))}
ET
Fee
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Kidnappers, pedophiles, disgrunted kidnapping-parents and run aways could be localized in seconds.
I know, I know, some lame brains will come with that "privacy" bullshit, I will want to find my lost child fast, period!
Georg
Powerfully moving, unusual for you, you're usually full of smiles. I hope they can find this young man.
Amen.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(