Prodigal

Clumsy — awkward steps across the hall — Childlike stomps beyond the wall.

My heart skips a beat.

Is it you? Are you home?

 

Stealth — I meld with the shadows — I limber lithely behind the arch.

Eager to surprise you with my smile.

Are you near? Is it your footsteps I hear?

 

Shouts — call out your name — voice cracks through the silence.

We melt into each other’s arms.

My child is home.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

 

This is for d’Verse mtb.

If only …….

Author: alisonhankinson

I am a school teacher and a mum and a red cosmic skywalker, and sometimes a netball coach...but beneath it all I am a writer...

16 thoughts on “Prodigal”

  1. I’m so glad your prodigal is back, Alison – is it Ellen? My Ellen will be here on Saturday morning with my grandson, Lucas. I have them until Monday and I know time is going to fly.
    I love the way you built up the excitement through the dashes and question marks, and then the lovely climax of:
    ‘We melt into each other’s arms.
    My child is home.’

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