Un-Prodigal Daughter

By threeleafshamrock

Wed, 04 Feb 2009
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I must go now,
In pursuit of Love!
Will you miss me?
Probably!
Who will live your dreams?
I tried to
But could not reach them;
They were too high.
You should have
Beaten me!
It would have
Served me better
Than the scornful glances,
That cut silently,
Peeling away
The gossamer,
That tenuously
Held my pride.
As for Love!
Flotsam,
To be cast as
A spark from
A burning log
To smoulder,
Trying to burn
But, without the flame;
A cheap whore
Doomed!
Was I that hard To Love?
Was a smile, or
A word of praise
So costly?
The investment
Would have gleaned
Such dividends!
I will find it!
I WILL rekindle!
I MUST, before
The ember dies
And that is why,
I must go now!

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Comments

Submitted by jennifer on
Bitter! Deliciously so! I think you mean 'I tried to' not 'too' though? Unless I am misreading... J x

 

Submitted by russiandoll on
I wonder if this is from an angry mother's PoV or a spurned lover reflecting on her failure to captivate a prodigal son who is her peer? Nice work, either way.

 

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Thanks J! Spot on as usual, changed the 'too'. I should spend more time proofing these ;) Thanks russiandoll. Actually written from a daughters' POV. Based on true story of 2nd daughter. 1st daughter went to college; smart, bright but killed in car crash. In parents eyes, 2nd could never live up to expectations. Pity because she is a beautiful woman now and great mother; found the love she craved and reciprocated in full. Chris X

Submitted by russiandoll on
What a sad tale - but also inspiring to think of someone going out and finding what they need from life, despite the massive hurt she must have carried with her. How loved her own little brood must be. Will you show her your poem, I wonder?

 

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Maybe on Valentines' day.