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.


Image:  unsplash  Elijah O’Donell

Thank you, M, for posting September Prompts.  Sept. 2nd “September Sunrise”;c=16102#comment-16102

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME 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...
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  1. pranabaxom says:

    Wonderful story telling.

  2. so sad… 😦 But beautifully written! ❤

  3. Faye says:

    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.

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