Author's Note: This is a poem from the perspective of a mother, about her daughter who has run away from home. The parts in normal font are in the past tense and the parts in itallics are present tense. A line signifies a new stanza.
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The cheeky cries of "You'll never find me!"
We were in the garden, playing hide and seek.
I allow another tear to fall down my cheek.
I heard a plant pot smash; you were up to your old tricks.
You were desperate to hide and didn't care what you broke.
Whether it was a window or my heart, to you it was only a joke.
I loved playing with you, we had such a great time.
You had fun too; it was your favourite game to play!
Perhaps that's the reason why you ran away.
It's only now, as I reach number 10,
That I hear those same words again:
"You'll never find me Mum, I'm far too good for you."
It's fourteen years later, and those words are still true.
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