(Historical) Prodigal 1930
A silvery mist, overpowering her tangled, golden locks.
A fleeting sight of pain, reflecting from the orbs of her eyes.
A withered hand grabs the walking sticks expectantly.
35 long years in exile, the prodigal son has returned home.
Arms streched out waiting for an embrace.
Waiting to empty all 35 years of pain.
"My son is still the same, I doubt the fact that he has changed."
A silver lining, a ray of hope?
He walks with his head hung low.
The charasmatic confidence no longer shone.
Sky blue eyes that used to sparkle long gone.
A successor to his late father they proclaim him to be.
Could he?
Is he?
Should he?
"Son, what's wrong. Why ashamed your not shackled in chains."
"I left with pride and dignity in my heart; I only return to beg for some alms."
Tears pour down her wrinkled face. Heart aching, imagining the atrocites her little boys has faced.
Wrapped in her arms she consoles a wounded boy.
Wisphering soothing words of a lullaby.
She rises to give him stability,
To ensure that everything will be alright.
To mend fray ends of their relationship.
To bring back the lost confidence.
She takes his hand and holds it tight.
A vow she makes to herself, she promises to teach her son, to fight through every skeleton in his closet.
She vows to bring meaning into his life.
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