Tamara Vereskunova

Waiting

(Reading the Bible)

Come, come back, my prodigal son,

I’ll forgive everything you have done. 

I’m sure, one day you will have seen:

Against Heaven, before me you sinned.

I’ll forgive leaving me, your prodigal past

When you, sonny, get home at last.

I’m  still scanning the road you’d gone

In hope:  one day you will return,

I will see when you are a great way off,

And run, weak from age, tears and cough.

I’ll invite all the neighbors, and say then:

"My son was dead, he’s alive again.

Let us eat, be merry, my friends around,

For my son was lost and now he’s found”.

To my elder son (in my case – a daughter)

I’ll explain, try to prove: "Everyone ought to

Be glad and merry for a great reason:

My sonny was dead, his life now is on”.

Come, come back my dearest son,

I’ll forgive everything you have done.