I sat there in the living room
With mixed emotions
Awaiting the return of the prodigal
An adopted daughter
For whom I took a fancy
When I saw her innocent smiles
Two years or more, does it matter?
She has been with me
No different from my kids
In everything I did
Be it in sending her to school
Or in clothing or in the food she took
She had her monthly allowance too
As my thoughts drifted towards her
I feel teary eyed
May be tears of pain
For the many things she did
Often from my eyes away she hid
Things a young girl should forbid
May be tears of joy
That she will be back with me
I am just thankful to God
He has given me a kind heart
Though how many times
She has betrayed me
Now I feel so happy
That she has come back
I firmly believe that
She is truly repentant
She did it for her own good
For her bright and safe future.
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