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Prodigal Son...
A woman waits by the gate
No one comes to see her
Time doesn’t heal all the hurt
Life seems as though it’s just fate
She’s never had it’s measure
Always felt like dirt
Children’s grins and twinkled eyes
Brings near to a face of stone
A faint and somewhat smile
More than enough time gone by
She has been so much alone
Been way too long a while
Longing heart trips a hammer beat
Eyes crinkle in disbelief
The prodigal son returns
Now of course, there’s no retreat
She breathes out her soul’s relief
For in her heart; love burns
Mother, mother I’ve missed you so
I was wrong, and I sorely regret it
Please forgive my sins
Oh my son, you must surely know
I love you more than a little bit
I’m so glad you’re home again
Style / type:
Structured: Western
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Last few words:
I heard someone say that they were going home again, after leaving home on bad terms with their mother.
He said he was going on Mother's Day and he was just going to show up and hoped that he would be well received. I don't know how things went today, but I hope that it went something like this.
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Comments
lonlyhrtsclub13
Thu, 2013-05-16 02:15
hope
That all went well. No matter how old we are we still need our moms.
Keep Writing,
Carrie
"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"
Geezer
Wed, 2022-05-18 09:31
A new prodigal son...
In wanting to be sure of the title, [so that I didn't reuse it], I looked up the title Prodigal Son. So, now what? I guess I must think of a new way to achieve the title. BTW, R.B. thank you for the only comment on this piece. ~ Geez.
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This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place
Candlewitch
Wed, 2022-05-18 09:57
dear Geezer,
how did I miss this piece? was I in the hospital for knee surgeries at this time? I love this poem as it reminds me of one of my favorite songs, titled: "Girl Of Mysterious Sorrow" by Marc Cohn (he also did "Walking In Memphis" I enjoyed the pace and subtitles of this poem. such an under current...
*hugs, Cat
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Geezer
Wed, 2022-05-18 10:53
Thank you...
I was reminded of this one, after hearing that one of my wife's sons who has been gone for a long time is coming to see her. It is not a really happy occasion, as it took the news that his brother has passed from an overdose. He too had been a
"prodigal son" who never managed to make it home. We grieve for him, but understand that we did all we could for him, until at last we were forced to ban him from the house. He told people that his mother was dead, [little did he know, that a part of her died with him]. In the days passing, I can see her turmoil and the anxiousness about the reunion and how it will go. We talked with him on the phone last night and eagerly await his arrival this coming weekend. I'm supposing that there will be a new piece coming from it. Wish us luck. ~ Geez.
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This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place
Candlewitch
Wed, 2022-05-18 11:34
dear Geez,
I wish you and your wife the greatest of luck! I imagine that she is anxious and hopeful? I hope this doesn't turn into a blame festival where he use guild as a weapon. I hope it turns into a healing situation. again, best of luck!
*hug, Cat
p.s.
can't for the coming poem
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