Looking for my daughter

LOOKING FOR MY DAUGHTER

You are not dead
Yet gone almost as surely
You used to like Wimbledon
Went once – almost in the front row!
And so I scan the crowds
Uselessly on screen every year.
When I go up to London
I watch the down escalators
As I ascend;
But you are not there.

I wonder what you are doing
Now you have taken yourself away
And not spoken for many years.
I still keep on looking;
Even though you are not there.

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