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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1...2...3...

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.


4...5...6...

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.


7...8...9...

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.

Please! I need your comments more than ever because I want to enter this in a competition, and I'm not sure whether to rewrite it or change it, or submit another poem, soooo please drop me your thoughts