If we’re in the store and you get lost and Mommy you can’t find
I’ll meet you in the back corner. Told him this a thousand times.
I remember him, so engrossed, in the toys upon the shelf.
I wish that I could turn back time, would not have left him by himself.
The headlines read "A child lost, the mother walked away"
they show pity, but within their eyes I can read just what they’d say.
How could you leave a child of 4 to wander off alone?
But I only left him for a second, 10 feet away to use the phone.
Now the headlines read "Child found, funeral Saturday at 5"
if I had looked for him right then he might still be alive.
But I rushed back to the corner waiting there for him to come
by the time the manager came to help… the awful deed was done.
I began to write this poem trying to feel what she might feel,
but the hurt I felt deep in my heart became to me too real.
Many times I’ve walked away and left my kids to play.
You tell them stand right here by me, turn your back, do they obey?
It only takes a second for a nightmare to begin.
When a child’s lost so many times we blame the parents in the end.
Why weren’t they watching? Couldn’t they have done something more?
So many times we criticize what we ourselves have done before.
So many dangers await the young. Many children who are lost.
We as parents owe it to them to keep them safe at any cost.
It might take two more minutes or some effort on our part.
But as parents we must protect what we hold closest to our heart.
Perhaps someday I will have the strength of heart to end this poem. Until then.. this is what you get.. no closure. Not even close to what you might feel for the loss of a child.