Oh Tommy, wake up
Do you not see?
We’re locked inside our own house
Where could Mommy be?
…
There’s nobody but us
It’s just you and me
Hold my hand if you’re afraid
Where could Mommy be?
…
The window is left open
Did the wind take her away?
Did the night eat her up
Before it turned to day?
Did she go out herself
To find us something to eat?
I hope she brings back something
Spicy and something sweet?
Is she in some trouble?
Drowning in a sea?
Oh Tommy, what do you think —
Where could Mommy be?
…
Should we break the door
With the trunk of a tree
Then go in search of our Mommy
Wherever she may be
…
Oh Tommy, wake up
Before I count to three
Wake up and help me decide
Where could Mommy be?
Frank Solanki 
Mom sounds like she might be working that 2nd or 3rd job?
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This is deep. I was hoping they find her at the end. Loved it ❤️
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Wow! Definitely brings about a range of emotions. Love it.
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Feels like a lullaby 🙈😅
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Oh dear!
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That was striking!
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Oh, hard-hitting. I hope they find her soon!
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Nice feeling to this. Reminds me of song from seventies called ‘where’s your mumma gone?’.
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This poem went right into my guts. I felt it so deeply. The repetition drove it home. It is so good
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Thanks.
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your blog is amazing!
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Thank you!
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And I wonder… where Daddy is.
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That’s what I thought lol.
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