A parents fear, their worst nightmare.
Is sitting alone, in a Police-room chair.
Being interviewed by P.C Plod,
About the child you've fed and shod.
The child you've loved since pre-day one.
The child you could compare with none.
Who's gone astray, you don't know where.
And you can't explain, how much you care.
For your child, who last you saw.
In public park, with ten or more.
Playing safe, on swings and slides.
And who should be clinging to your side.
But now is gone, you know not where.
And you can't explain, how much you care.
Heath Gunn
Heath Gunn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-parents-fear/
