The Prodigal left,
I watched him go
back up the mountain
from the valley below
My heart it ached
My tears they fell
I wished heaven for him
but he was bound for hell
Happy to be half-grown
and determined to be free
from rules and restraints
and a mother like me
A mother who cared
and stood between
her son and the dangers
from a world so obscene
The Prodigal left
I prayed he’d soon return
but I had sleepless nights
and many lessons to learn
about half-grown men
and their youthful desires
I could only wait
and tend the home fires
The Prodigal left
but one day he came home
Ragged and tired
thoughtful and alone
No longer a rebel boy
who had run away
a man of earned wisdom
had come home to stay
A mother's eyes keep watch always, Belle, and her heart and soul carry the pain and burden of struggle and separation. There are no shortcuts... what we fail to learn in youth manifests later in life, I'm sure, and can be even more painful and inconvenient to deal with. The maternal light and love will always steer The Prodigal home to safety. A write to be cherished and shared. May we take courage and comfort from you beautiful words as always, xx
ALWAYS A PLEASURE TO READ YOUR POETRY...THANK YOU FOR ANOTHER WONDERFUL WALK THROUGH PHRASES, RHYME AND RHYTHM THAT FLOW TOGETHER SO SMOOTH AND LOVELY, SUPPORTING ITS THEME WELL. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
That is the answer to the prayers of many anguished mothers...those who can relate to the same story know it well. You have expressed it in the most precious way through this poem.
Amor
This is such an inspirational piece...It is about letting go and trusting in the Universe. He has returned and now your heart can rest a bit...Lovely work as always.
Sometimes in our lives, we have to reach out and follow the sun, to make our dreams and goals a reality, if we can. Sometimes we have to tread that winding road of life and learn our lessons the hard way or the best way that we can. Sometimes, we come to a dead end, through no fault of our own. Sometimes, all we can do is sit and cry for our dead dreams and goals that we failed to make our reality. Then sometimes too, we swallow our pride and go back whence we came and admit that we were a fool in the first place. This piece was written from the heart and makes the reader really think, and that is a good thing. Thank you for sharing.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
It would seem, at least in our minds eye, that "time on our own" is often the "wisest" teacher. So it was for my youngest. Nicely written Belle. Thanks Dick
Full of genuine mother love Belle! I'm sure pieces of your heart went with him while he was finding his own path. So much pain in the letting go contractions, more than in the birth ones I have been discovering!
Ever,
Christine
Excellant write and yes captures the pain of a parent who must at some point step aside and let their children walk on their own no matter where it may lead them.
fee
A passionate and poignant memoir written by a woman whose life has been guided by the words: "I am here to learn how to love well." The book is a deep examination of relationships, family, motivation, and honoring of the Self.
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TRUE STORY. Bella survived an abusive powerbroker father with organized crime ties, a drug-addicted mother and a physically/sexually abusive brother. Shocking & inspirational. When she couldn't cry, she tattooed a crying angel to cry for her.
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You truly are a poetess of the heart, La Belle.
Having been through a similar ordeal, I relate bigtime.
May your future be bright and your past give you more
joy than grief,
Hugs!
Phyllis
Connie
Ron
and especially wonderful
is the closing of her fears
when he returns with his wisdom
Love & Blessings
Victoria
Fine impact.
John
Amor
Love
Tony
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Regis
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
Mary
Ever,
Christine
What a grand way you make it hit home.
Beautiful!!
John
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