My strength is failing...

There is only one thing to do write a good darn letter

130 am the doorbell rings
I slowly drag myself out
from my warm bed
More stress
please can it wait.!!
So blinking tired
All my energy
gone....
The constant muddled
up chatter....
I don't have a lot
of patience..
My legs are weak
and heart is heavy
burdened...
It has been three solid weeks...
Of endless sleepless nights....  
Poor me....
I just need some time to relax....
Some time out just for me....
I tread the knock on the
door, at all hours......
Oh no not the Police again....
My daughter's gone missing
again...
More added worry
I am just a bundle of nerves.
Seventeen hours past
And still no sign of her....
Minutes later she is found
safe and well.......
I don't know if i can
stand the worry much
longer..
Their is only one thing
for it ....is to write a darn
good letter ,...
There...
that will get their backsides
moving....
At last everyone is aware
of my daughter's
vulnerable situation ....