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

Walking tall whenever I can.

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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  2. Love it… the use of em-dashes works so well. In my mind I thought how it would look with ellipses instead, but I think that would work better with a less happy end… somehow the dashes gives it a strength and hope that leads to fulfillment in the end.

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