At September sunrise the child was born
He took his first breath on a chilly morn.
He rested in peace on his mother’s arm
Safe with a father to save him from harm.
But for seventeen years in rebellion he grew
Hate and greed filled his eyes of blue.
He was determined to have his way
But he met his challenge on a cold cloudy day.
The other guy was a better shot
His grip on the pistol was steaming hot.
The Prodigal had met his match.
And Eternity’s door opened its latch.
To the end, he blamed another
Saying his problem was father and mother.
So he took his last breath on a September sunset
Leaving his parents with pain and regret.
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Image: unsplash Elijah O’Donell
Thank you, M, for posting September Prompts. Sept. 2nd “September Sunrise”
https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/09/01/september-writing-prompts-2/
https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/09/01/september-writing-prompts-2/#038;c=16102#comment-16102
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Sweet aroma 
Wonderful story telling.
Thank you.
so sad… 😦 But beautifully written! ❤
Thank you. Some of us need to have our eyes opened to the need for many youth. They must have prayer which will break the bondage of sin.
Beautifully written but no redemption in this story. My prayer in life is for the prodigals, to come home. I continue to pray for the ones I know. Thank you for blogging.
No, there is no redemption in this story. Sadly it is very realistic. Broad is the way that leadeth to destruction.