This is my June entry in the Word and Question/ Playing Poetry game started by Enbrethiliel at Shredded Cheddar. The rules can be found here. This month there was a special wrinkle; the word submitted had to be a place.
The Journalist's Mother's Lament
Where are you now, my darling child?
In Marrakech, or Rome,
Or Zanzibar, or Nhulunbuy??
I wish you were at home!
Question: Are you lonesome tonight?
I had a much longer (and rather maudlin, probably because I find the song, of which the question is the title, so) idea in mind, but when I sat down to actually write it -- and I have to use paper; brain to keyboard doesn't work for poems for me -- this is what came out, and declared itself done. So be it!