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459. A Missing Daughter

I awoke to find my daughter missing
Though she left so long ago
It’s been years since I last saw her
Where she’s been I do not know
I feel sorrow to realize I was remiss
To allow a child to drift away is a shame
So concerned was I with my own affairs
Regardless of the excuses I have only me to blame
A child is a living part of our being
The reason that the world does go on
They are a memorial to love everlasting
To be cherished though physically gone
I vow to do better from this day forth
To never forget the gift God gave me
Life means nothing if our children are forgotten
How important can strangers be?


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