Silver Alert Poem by jackilton peachum

SILVER ALERT
(for DEMETRIO)

Afternoon at the Mall-- a frantic search-- Grandpa's gone!
Through the food court, by the carousel,
even in a little tobacco shop
(where he'd lingered a minute too long!)
and in the stores to which he might've returned:
finally, the octogenerian's found: downstairs in a common room
sittng up in a chair at front of an audience
watching cheerleaders practise and perform their routines--
the old eyes burning with a new adolesence!