Alison is Lost

Alison is Lost

Whilst the children played, she ran away
Though not so much run, as seek her freedom in the sun
Her path was short, she relished the space she had sort
Her absence left them all undone, as she enjoyed the fun

Of being solo in her quest for life. She thought of what’s best
For without siblings by her side, her heart could ride
On innocent waves of fate, and then she found the gate.
Unlocked, it bid her inside: I have a place where you can hide

Meanwhile, a posse had been formed, no badges to adorn
Them. Find the missing one, a mother cried, undone,
Search every place. She knew, this is a race
We have to win, or sunset come, we’ve not won

Like bees, searching far and wide, looking for a place to hide,
They spread, while an increasing sense of dread
Held them to their task. Questions they could not ask
Addled every head: they couldn’t think she might be dead.

They searched out every place, enquired of every face
Have you seen the missing girl? Minds all awhirl
No-one answered that they had and momentarily glad,
Thought that a future would unfurl, hopeful for the little girl

But nothing came of it, and rather than just sit
Chose to retrace their steps, for there was hope still yet
And walked the driveway to the gate, led by fate
It swung ajar and their eyes met, but still chose not to fret

Until they edged up to the pool whose crystal waters held them cool
And by the rim, looked down, not a word, not a sound
Came from their mouths, agape. Inside, they prayed to God, for Jesus’ sake!
And they gathered close  around. Alison they’d finally found.

Alan Turpie