Have You Seen My Daughter?
Her hair was in pigtails
and she was carrying a little pink pig with
velvety ears that she worried constantly with her fingers.
Everyone remembers the way she used to do that.
I’ve taken to starting the day in her room and spending the day
doing mending, nervous work with my hands, and ending the day broken down on the patio
looking out over the empty back yards and worrying my hands like she used to Peppa’s ears and the police
tell me the same things they told you
“She probably hasn’t gone far” but
every day the odds get a little slimmer and
even you are losing hope, replaced by dread to pick up the
next phone call.
Hoping, hoping, hoping to hear a little voice on the line saying “Mom,”
and not a grown up voice that will say “Ma’am,” and give me condolences in a somber, practiced way.
Do you remember what she was wearing?
A blue shirt and she had on pink leggings and
under a hat were the pigtails that I remember tying in the morning, before she went
out and I never would have let her
go if I had known she would not come back.
How easy it is to say that now. And they’re afraid someone might have
taken her. I don’t want to imagine it but I can’t help it. Have you heard what those sickos
do to little girls? The
entire street is helping us look but as the days go by, I’m more and more afraid of what we might find.
Remember how her eyes looked when she asked if she and Peppa could play outside? They had
stars in them.
Have you seen my daughter?
Prompt 2 Rules: The first letter of odd numbered stanzas forms a word (left aligned). The last letter of even numbered stanzas forms a word (right aligned). Some lines are long so overflow lines are indented (as well as the blog formatting would allow). The words spelled by the stanzas put in order make a sentence. The formatting was a little hard on the blog but hopefully it will be a little more clear in my final portfolio.