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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Parent (11/16/06)

TITLE: Set up a memorial: My son came home today
By Louise Grobler
11/20/06


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Ashamed of myself, with ragged clothes
and stripped of all dignity,
Nowhere to turn, my father's house
will be my next destiny.

At my return I will present
myself humbly as a slave.
I will work for my Father;
I will learn how to behave.

I began to walk the road,
dragging my two tired feet along.
Back to the only place I knew,
and felt that I belong.

In my mind a mix-up of words:
“What am I going to say?”
I became a stranger,
the day I turned my own way.

As I came over the hill
I saw my father standing there.
Could it be that He is waiting…?
Could it be that he still cares?

As He began to run towards me,
I outrun my fear of rejection.
Through the tears I could read
on his face His love and affection.

Before I could fall at His feet,
He threw His arms around me.
Forgiven was my stupidity;
all over my face He kissed me.

Once blind — through spectacles of grace I can now clearly see.
I have sinned against you father,
please forgive me!

I followed my own ways thinking
that I could make it on my own.
Alone and stripped of all self-worth,
I hesitated to come home.

Now my heart rejoices, and I
never want to leave you again.
May this joyous moment be
forever tattooed in my brain.

My child, many times I dreamt
of this moment, to see you again.
The emptiness in my heart was filled
with concern for your wellbeing.

How can a father forget and refrain
from caring for his own?
How can a father’s heart come to rest,
when a child strays from home?

I prayed for you,
awaiting your return everyday.
Set up a memorial
because my son came home today!


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Donna Emery11/25/06
A wonderful poem that eloquently tells the familiar story of the Prodigal son. I enjoyed this very much. Well done!
Leigh MacKelvey11/26/06
A lovely poem with a smooth read and nice rhytmn. I liked the stanza in the middle that diverted in meter amnd ryhtmn from the rest. Nice touch. Keep writing those poems!