Filial Prodigal

Filial Prodigal

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Have I found You again, or have You found me?
For years I ignored You,
placed You on the shelf to collect dust
next to the Bible with a spine that would crack a sound to
make a chiropractor cringe because I never opened it
and the rosary my late father once made
that once smelled like roses.

Have I found You again, or have You found me?
For years I thought I outgrew You,
tossed You in the garage like a childhood toy – once beloved –
next to the second secondhand rocking chair
and the photo albums, faded pictures –
me – on Santa’s lap –
me – hugging the Easter Bunny.

Have I found You again, or have You found me?
For years I turned away from You –
wary of another father I could not see –
leaving You behind with my hometown
avoiding the moving van’s rearview –
there is a loneliness
in independence.

Have I found You again, or have You found me?
For months I tiptoed (toward),
for weeks I stepped,
for days I walked,
for hours I ran,
for minutes I sprinted,
in seconds – You found the filial prodigal.

 

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amandabutlertableaucoverTableau Vivant, a poetry chapbook by Amanda N. Butler. Get it here.

 

 

 

 

 

Amanda N. Butler

Amanda N. Butler has loved writing ever since she learned that sentences could be split to form poems. Amanda writes fiction and poetry. Born in Connecticut and raised in Massachusetts, she now resides in Florida. Amanda holds a BA in Professional Writing and is currently working toward her MBA. Her first chapbook, Tableau Vivant, was released by Dancing Girl Press. Her poetry has also been published in Sandhill Review and A Celebration of Young Poets.

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