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The Lost
by Robin A Spicer → (All Poetry by Robin A Spicer)
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Each day, all around the World, Parents sit and wonder where their lost Children have gone. Living in hope, clutching to an almost hopeless dream. They sit and wait for their return. Never Knowing............
The Lost She wakes each day to a still, silent house Stares at the ceiling afraid to move She wants to get up the children to rouse. Give them her kisses give them her love. She wanders downstairs after a while. Sits at the table clutching her cup Tears on her cheeks she never smiles She waits in vain for the children to get up. She picks up the photo next to her arm Just as she�s done these last seven years Wishes them with her, that they�ve come to no harm Her sight becomes blurred eyes fill with tears. She remembers the day that she saw them last, Happy and laughing, joking around All dressed for school the clock running fast Sometimes she thinks she can still hear that sound. Four �o� clock came and they still were not home By seven, she�d panicked as she called around. She could find nowhere that they had gone No one had seen them, both homeward bound. Next morning the searchers went through the town. Searching the woodlands, the forest and dams Knocking on doors and asking around But no one had seen her little lost Lambs. Her Husband had left he could not take the strain A full year of hurting they would argue each day. Neither could handle the loss and the pain. Hoping the children had just lost their way. Now she just sits there each lonely day Waiting to hear their laughter again Friends have all left she hears what they say. The loss of the children did drive her insane. She sobs at the memory of her happy home. She waits at the table for them to come down. Though she fears that they rest in some secret tomb. She thinks that she�ll see them one day while in Town. She thinks that she�ll dress and go for a drive Follow the route that they�d take from the school. Maybe today she will see them alive. Take some warm jumpers it�s fall and it�s cool. But she knows in her heart that for seven years. Her innocent lambs with God have been sitting Try as she might she can�t hold back the tears As she looks at the Photo and just sits there fretting. Robin A Spicer � June 4, 2004

Reviewed by Janet Caldwell

Reviewed on June 12, 2004

Damn Robin, you made me cry. This kind of sh** makes me so mad, you hear about it everyday and it makes you wonder; what has happened in this crazy world that we live in. BTW, I really like your Bio, I am also a pissed off person. lol

JC xoxoxo

Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)

Reviewed on June 11, 2004

a great write.

i see you like music. come check out my poem "air guitar"

Reviewed by Antoinette Kopperfield

Reviewed on June 7, 2004

Robin, a sad poem with a heart-wrenching outcome...A great expression with much to say. Keep writing...to keep your spirit alive. Great write!
Antoinette

Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)

Reviewed on June 6, 2004

You really seem to get into the mind of someone whose child is missing, that takes talent. In a strange way, this made me think of "Hansel and Gretel," which I found very interesting. I think it is because of the way you wrote it and the rhymes, it really gave a feeling of being alone. Well done.

Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)

Reviewed on June 5, 2004

This touches deeply the heart of the readers excellent....

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on June 3, 2004

Touching write. You captured the emotional aftermath perfectly.

Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)

This is heart touching, Robin!

Reviewed by Denise Edwards

Oh how heartbreaking! I have 4 kids, all grown now, but that was always a fear of mine. I don't know what I'd do if I lost one of my precious gems! My heart goes out to all parents who have suffered such a heartbreaking loss. The not knowing, not having any closure, is the hardest. Thanks for sharing.