The original poem The Prodigal Daughter was posted on 16 October 2019. Now it seems fitting for today’s sentiment.
The prodigal daughter
car tyres roll on
the crackling pebble road
I drag my laden footsteps
to the yellow mud brick house
the door of my childhood flung open
grandma greets me with
her broad smile hung on
her criss cross face
my body quivers
at the sight of
the new fallen snow
my heart is filled with
flushed blood of
coming home
Flicker of Thoughts 
God bless her soul.
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Thank you Raj!
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💙💙💙🙏
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Sorry for ur loss Cassa 🙏🙏🌻
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It’s a beautiful reminder of a life well lived. When it comes down to it, it’s how we loved and how we were loved. It is evident that she loved and loved others in abundance.
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Sorry for your loss, Cassa. Sounds like she was a special person.
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She was well loved. Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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A lovely tribute!
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Sorry for your loss…
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Thank you Nese!
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Full resonation with me. . .
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Condolences.
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Thanks!
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Those whose time has come today won’t last until tomorrow, it’s the rule of life and we have nothing to do but to accept it, stay strong 🌟🌹
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I agree Elber, she had a long and reasonably healthy life, so it is well worth celebrating God’ grace! 💜😊
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Totally true 👌🌹💖
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Cassa this is not only beautiful. It is deeply touching. It’s a great poem and a wonderful tribute. I am sure it speaks to plenty of people. Thank you for sharing. You are a sweetheart.
xoxo
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Thank you Gabriela! 💞💚
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You are welcome 💝🌿🤗🌸💕
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