Lost…

Oh where is mommy
I can’t see her anywhere
She was just holding my hand
But now she is not there

I am in this huge place
I know not anyone here
People just pass by me so fast
I am now beginning to fear

Where should I go to find her?
I know not who to ask
Let me walk around a bit
And ponder about this task

I am scared I shall never find her
But try to do this I must
I know my mommy is looking for me
And in God with my heart I do trust

I walk to this store and ask that nice man there
Have you seen my mommy, kind sir?
He shakes his head and with a face so sad says
No child would you like to wait for her?

I tell him no and walk away
For my mommy told me
Never talk to strangers
I shall do what she told me

I walk till I see a policeeman
Waving his big stick in his hand
Can he do magic and get me my mommy
I wonder, by waving that magic wand

I ask him this and he smiles at me
He asks me to sit on his chair
He asks my name and then my mommy’s
Then he asks a nice lady to come there

He leaves me with her and goes away
I hope he finds her very soon
Oh God please let her come back to me
And I shall no more ask for the moon

Oh yay, the policeeman has found her
I run to her and hug her so tight
I know she was worried about me too
So I smile for her so bright

I say goodbye to the lady now
And give the policeeman a hug
Smiling I then go back home
Thinking of my bed so snug



(from the mind of a small child…lost in the mall)

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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