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May 12, 2013
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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
About This Poem
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.
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Direction: What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
lonlyhrtsclub13
12 years 2 months ago
hope
That all went well. No matter how old we are we still need our moms.
Geezer
3 years 2 months ago
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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Candlewitch
3 years 2 months ago
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
Geezer
3 years 2 months ago
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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Candlewitch
3 years 2 months ago
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