Missing

The Father wept, his child was missing,
no more hugs with laughter and kisses.
Time together, sharing , listening,
feeling so proud watching him grow.
unable to guide, out there on his own.
Is he in peril? where can he be?
I have to search for he is part of me.
it doesn’t matter how many I have,
whether boys or girls, good or bad.
Each one is special, a part of my heart,
I have to leave, I must depart
to search and seek until he is found,
through hills, valleys, cities and towns.
There is no other way, he’s so precious you see.
What joy I will feel if he turns toward me.
I’ll re-assure, forgiving all, for he is my child
whom I long for and call.