Missing

• Benjamin Hanning, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

I reach out my arm,
To put it around the one who'll make me smile,
But it is all missing,
You are not there,
Because you are missing,
And when you are found,
Tears are shed,
And it feels like home,
But you are missing,
Until you're found,
I'll circle the world for your warmth,
And then we will be,
So happy,
For you have been found,
It feels like home.