Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

What Do You Tell Such a Son

What do you tell a son 
   who leaves for a far-away place
To build a life with his new wife
   to carve out space to run his race
      What do you tell such a son

What do you tell a son 
   You love too much to hold back
Yet try to tell him that
   and your voice just cracks
      What do you tell such a son  

What do you tell a son
   who's made big plans
in whose happiness way 
   you never would stand
      What do you tell such a son...

What do you tell a son
   who comes crawling back home
on his hands and his knees
   who says, "I failed, Dad. 
      Forgive me, please."

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Indiana Shaw December 11, 2019 at 9:51 AM Welcome home son, hugs and understandings . . . :) Gershon Wolf December 11, 2019 at 1:37 PM Acceptance is always a wonderful path... :) gw

P.S. Awtry December 9, 2019 at 10:52 AM Like Kurt I thought of the prodigal. This reminds me that God feels like this about us. :) Gershon Wolf December 9, 2019 at 12:47 PM Wow. So nice to see your avatar. Miss your poetry. Hope all is well. Thanks, Gershon

Ann Foster December 9, 2019 at 8:43 AM So beautiful... so very sad... failing is not failing.. it is just trying the first time. Brush off, get up... "fly.....".... A lovely piece my friend. You always provide a wonderful read with my coffee. Blessings on your day. Ann Gershon Wolf December 9, 2019 at 12:46 PM Enjoy the coffee, Ann! Peace and Joy, Gershon

Caren Krutsinger December 9, 2019 at 3:33 AM I agree with Kurt, and I know you do also. A lovely poem, my friend. I hope all is well. Gershon Wolf December 9, 2019 at 12:45 PM Thank you Caren, and all is well. :) gw

Kurt Ravidas December 9, 2019 at 3:11 AM Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on my son. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. P.S.: Hi, poet. Long time no see. Gershon Wolf December 9, 2019 at 12:45 PM Likewise… Of course with that avatar --- Have I ever seen you, O Poet?! Peace and Joy, Gershon Ann Foster December 9, 2019 at 8:44 AM So true my friend... so true...

Na Na December 8, 2019 at 10:54 PM I would tell him Its ok you failed I still love you reguardless. Not sure what you would say. Thanks for sharing this my friend Gershon Wolf December 9, 2019 at 12:43 PM I intentionally did not write my answer. Left it up to you... Thanks, Gregory! :) gw

Line Gauthier December 8, 2019 at 10:06 PM A very touching poem, Gershon. Gershon Wolf December 9, 2019 at 12:42 PM Glad to hear this touched you Line and thanks for letting me know. Seasonal Happiness! ~ Gershon