The Prodigal Father

A Poem by amina

Just imagination.

My daughter says I'm humble,
But always I do ramble,
I see them people telling her
To bury me in a rubble.

At last I understood that,
Like a spoiled little brat,
I always ask for that and this
I am such a rat.

One day I smelt confusion,
It wasn't an illusion,
My little girl Clotilde just screamed
At me for my intrusion.

She was dusting up the carpet,
I took my little trumpet,
I asked her to stop being so stupid
Boy! They're daughters, not puppets.

That night, I just decided,
That I was not intended,
To sleep in such a grand bed
And lead this life so splendid.

My daughter was so angry,
At me and my tyranny,
Though I never saw it in her face
I knew I was so grumpy.

I packed up my big suitcase,
And took to leave the space,
And swore not to return again
To ultimate disgrace.

I travelled over land and sea,
In Geneva, people laughed in glee,
I thought about the happy times
When life was all about me.

I knew I was being so selfish,
Asking for my favourite dish,
Now I did not have a blanket
And the wind blew with a swish.

When I was in Madrid one day,
A soldier came with some prey,
She was Clotilde! Oh dear,
On a lovely spring in May.

I could not eat, I could not sleep,
All I could do was sit and weep,
My dear- in the Madrid jail
As I sow, so must I reap.

The time of trial, I went to court,
And my daughter I just sought,
They said she's in the victim's box
Is she standing there to rot?

The judge he said my child was guilty,
Of roaming about in the city,
And snatching away the pendant
Of the mayor's wife, Trinity.

The pendant had a symbol- pearl,
I got it from Gloucester's Earl,
And gave it to my little Clotilde
I was a trader, you see, my life will twirl.

She said she was innocent,
That her life was hell bent,
She was searching for her father lost
And said her love she sent.

I raised my hand in the crowd,
And said everything out loud,
My daughter she was, no one else
The tension vanished like a cloud.

Very well then, said the noble judge,
And Trinity she did not budge,
She saw the necklace in her bag
And held it up, with grudge!

My daughter, she was in cheer!
And seeing her smile, I never heard jeer!
She's happy to find me, she said,
I knew the fact was crystal clear.