They gaze out at us
pretty girls, smiling
curled hair, eyes crinkled in joy
staring out from signs
hung on telephone poles
showcased on evening news shows
lost, missing, missed girls
grieved by those left behind.
They gaze out at us
pretty girls, smiling
curled hair, eyes crinkled in joy
staring out from signs
hung on telephone poles
showcased on evening news shows
lost, missing, missed girls
grieved by those left behind.
this poem is amazing. You captured me with the joy at the begining so effectively that I was floored a moment later that my heart wrentched whenI realized what your poem was actually about. Sad and beautiful, and yes, I wish they all came home.
Heart wrenching…