The Mother of the Prodigal Son

This poem is dedicated to all the mothers
who have wayward and lost children.
Don’t lose your faith in God who can
bring them back to the fold.

“Evening and morning and at noon
I will pray, and cry aloud,
and He shall hear my voice.”
Psalm 55:17


Where is the mother of the prodigal son
on that day so long ago?
What were her thoughts and what were her

fears as she watched him go?

How many times in the dark of night
did the tears slide down her face?
Did she get out of bed and fall on her knees,
just to pray that her boy was safe?

How were the days when she did not know:
Was he alive? Was he warm? Was he well?
Who were his friends?

And where did he sleep?
Was there anyone there she could tell?

But, oh, on that day when she looked

down the road
as she had looked since her son went away,
Did love unspeakable flood her soul?
Did she cry? What did she say?

I think when the father had welcomed

their son
and the boy had greeted his brother,
That the servants made a path for him to

enter the door
and the waiting arms of his mother.

"For this my son was dead and is alive again;
he was lost and is found."

Luke 15:24

Blessings to you and your family,

Carolyn