For the Missing Children

Where Are You? (From a Mother)

My child, ‘though it’s been years, I miss you each and every day

And wonder where you could be now, close by or far away.

Your father I love dearly, but I have this hole inside

That only you can fill, you always were my joy and pride.

Each Birthday filled with emptiness and Christmas’ with pain,

But I can never give up hope, it’s all to keep me sane.

I pray that you are safe and loved, at least you’d be alive

And maybe you have memories that help you to survive.

Your picture’s on the carton boxes for the world to see;

A child’s been taken from his roots, will someone hear my plea?

My life turned into Hell on earth, in terror, doubt and fear.

I long to hold you in my arms and whisper in your ear:

You’re loved and missed and we shall never stop to search for you.

My missing child! Where are you? No one seems to have a clue!

Dear God I'd give my life to see him safe, I cry each day,
Protect the children of this world from harm, my daily prayer.

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Who Are You? (From a Child)

Although I have no memory of where I used to live,

I have this picture in my head that’s very much alive:

A woman with a smile, the kindest I have ever seen,

Who tells me how she loves me, while she hugs me in between.

A man who plays and laughs with me and takes me to the Zoo

And bed time stories are about a little kangaroo.

I used to dial a number but it was not right I guess;

It’s 1-5-5-4-7 but I can’t recall the rest.

The people I call mom and dad are kind but not the same

As those I see inside my head, which makes me feel ashamed.

And just when I think there is more, the picture fades away,

It turns into a blur, perhaps I’ll know some future day?

Somehow I wonder if I am one of the missing kids

You see on carton boxes; could it be? Heaven forbids!

But should I find this to be true, I’ll instantly depart

And search until my dying day for those inside my heart.