The Lost, found...
Imagine a nightmare
The loss the fear the panic
Of your child being taken from you
The despondency
You would pray
Cray rant and rave
You will plead
Every moment of everyday
You will search
Running you will seek
Crawling you wont give up
Collapsing you still try not to give in
Prayer turns to bargaining
Promises offerings
Dedications, trades
Sacrifices
Dedicated love
Taking another step
Mourning, loss
Realization
Realization but never acceptance
Silent pleadings
Tears in the night
As time moves on
Sudden frantic phone calls
screaming collapsing
dreaming crying
twilight unreal limbo
unreality of light
memory of hope
new fears, prayers
Screams, Mommy mommy mommy
Your nightmare ends
Your arms enfold
Your hands caress
The child you hold
© Copyright Jan 12, 2007 by M. Emmett Townsend


Comments: 22
Thank you for being you Bob...
part of my belief is the sacredness of every life...
But this event even means more to me than that, this is about my son.
I know what it is likle to call 911 becouse my son was missing...
I know what it is like to search arround the blocks near my home...
I know what it is like to wonder if my wife will remain sane if he is never found...
I know what it is like to find him, in a garage closet and hugging him till he complains...
My son is Autistic and makes curious choices sometimes... one time he got up at 5 am and went for a walk (age 5) up the street and someone brought him back to us.... arround 6 am...
To Bob and Susan
real hero's are seldom seen on the news...
real heros continue to look to the next emergency
real hero's like you thank others
when they diserve the thanks as well
Thank you, my brother, my sister, my friends,
Matthew Emmett Townsend
You are a hero too my friend, you stepped up to the plate and got involved and because you did, we helped others to know about this boy. We did it together Emmett and I thank you for all you did...it means so much!
God Bless You!
Thank you for all these wonderful love , fear, prayers, light etc expressed in this poem. May the light be with you all the time
The solution is to moderate which will unfortunately slow down the conversation.
I have one question.
What is the worth of one childs life?
I do want to let you know that my removal of this poem and other Amber Alerts from my groups has nothing to do with me being insensitive, and it doesn't mean I don't want these missing children to be found. I am a mother of 3 children myself, but I do agree with Lee smith & a lot of other group owners. If my group members wanted to read poetry or Amber Alerts, they would seek out a poetry group or a group dedicated to Amber Alerts. I know this may sound stupid to you and others who have been posting articles about missing children... but the groups I own and moderate do not deal with "serious" things & that is how I want to keep it. I feel that if someone wants to check out some lighthearted material, they can come to my groups and find those kinds of things. They shouldn't have to sift through off-topic content, and I don't want to do that either when I am trying to find, say, a low fat recipe, information on Fibromyalgia, or a picture of a bird.
Thank you AGAIN for creating this intense poem, and like I said: I do appreciate it. Please keep up the good work!!!
This is a parent's nightmare to lose a child. I once lost mine in the store when he took off on me. I was upset when they let kids out of the store on an adam call in the store. We did find him hiding in a tent and it just scared me to death.