Hope in Anguish – Mother of a Prodigal

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I don’t know how we’ve got here,

So unable to communicate,

Almost as if we’re strangers,

Unsure of how to ‘operate’.

Both asking the same questions,

But I guess in different ways,

In such a painful place to be

I wonder if you remember our yesterdays.

Do you remember me holding you

After you had had a fall?

Me wiping away your tears

Helping your little legs to stand tall?

Do you recall us laughing together

Over the funny jokes you pulled?

And all your creative playacting,

Laughing over you having me fooled?

I recall the nights I tucked you in,

Thankful you were safe in your bed.

I would watch you as you were sleeping,

Remembering the little things you’d said.

The love inside was so overwhelming,

And I never wanted it to be lost.

I wanted to always protect you

No matter what it would cost.

I guess I held on to you too tightly.

You had to know what it was ‘to be free’,

And I had to learn to let you go

And learn not to depend on me.

As every one of my dreams for you shattered

And  I lost all that I adored.

Through painful steps and bitter regret,

I learned to depend on the Lord.

Through times of feeling no hope,

To times of strength in His joy

I am learning to cling to His hope

For the son who is no longer a little boy.

As you find your way in this world,

I find my way on bended knee.

Praying in faith for you to be restored

To the Lord who first loved you and then to me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© May 2004

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