PRODIGAL FATHER
The young bachelor dropped a plum seed into
Mother Earth and went his way
while upon it the sun shone
and the rain gave spray.
The seed sparked, forked with green
and then became a young sapling
and grew and grew... her first fruit
appeared and then many did upspring.
In 20 years' time, the bachelor, now
middle aged, came and
was gifted by her stitched purple love
whose knitting needles had been
rain and sun from above.
As a prodigal father who has done
nothing for his children
can be redeemed by their forgiving love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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