Guest Post: Prodigals
art by Charlie Mackesy
by Caroline Crockett Brock
Prodigals
I imagine a cosmic welcome party thrown in our honor.
The prodigal daughters have come home to their Mother.
Long lost in the world and enslaved to foreign Masters,
They return.
And Mother’s embrace fills an ache as deep as the ocean.
I imagine a cosmic welcome party thrown in their honor.
Our Husbands, sons and brothers–prodigals no more.
Their spiritual amnesia gone, they cry out “Mommy!”
She answers.
Like a mother standing in the doorway of her sleeping child’s room,
She’s been there watching, waiting all along.
Caroline Crockett Brock: Lover. Mother. Writer. Goddess in Embryo.
beautiful.
And of course feminists don’t think that men would like to be welcomed back by their mothers
The poem states the opposite of your assertion. How are you drawing this idea from the text?
HI Mean Mamma. Moss is correct. My poem is implying the opposite. What child doesn’t long for the loving arms of their Mother? Yet, in my experience, the wonderful men in my life have a strange block against reaching for their Heavenly Mother–one given to them by the doctrine they’ve accepted. It’s unnatural in my opinion. I look forward to the day of the heavenly reunion for both men AND women.