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Prodigal Son (Poem)

I walk outside

To see you coming home

Your silhouette black

Against the setting sun

Laughter and tears are all mixed

Seeing you after all these years

Just like the prodigal son

You returned

Afraid to get beaten and cursed

Instead you are greeted with hugs

And kind words

And clothes for your back

I run inside and wake everyone up

“He’s home! He’s home!” I yell

They bolt down the stairs

Out the door

To see you walking to the porch

Where have you been

Why did you go

We are so glad you’re back

Please stay and relax


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