Mama your daughter is back,
So wasted, so worthless,
The earth's stolen away her purity,
Her beauty is robbed,
She feels so dirty,useless,
Nothing is left of her to offer,
A prodigal daughter she is.
So disappointed I know you are,
Seeing her messed up this much,
While you with the best of intentions,
Had sent her out to the world to learn,
As your cash you totally invested in her,
You never desired to see her stuck,
Now she is back,
Rugged off,
Hardly unrecognizable she is,
She went against your will mama,
She went against God's will as well.
I don't know how you feel now,
That she kneels and bows her head to you,
She begs hard that you may accept,
Her request of your servant to be,
Your pardon she bitterly acknowledges,
She does not deserve to have,
She vividly explains to you,
How she almost died of hunger where she was,
She used to feed on leftovers with dogs,
Her thirst was unquenched for days,
I can see you pity your rotten fruit,
Will you consider having mercy on her?
Much I know about you mama,
So strict, a hater of failure you are,
Yet so much abounding in mercy,
As I thoroughly explore your emotions,
Uncertain I am about the action or word,
You may take or utter respectively to her,
Will you follow the example in Holy books?
Where the prodigal son was taken back,
And his dad forgave his mistakes,
He even prepared a great feast for him,
I will just observe you,
And see your take mother.
©Jennifer M
J