When I thought of you two and your story
I always thought of the Prodigal son-
returning forgiven, to your open arms.
I got it wrong and I know that now.
I watch you, hunched with age,
wrinkled with worry,
and the story I think of is different.
You- tested over and over-
have maintained the faith in god
you have always had and,
no matter what-
you will always believe in the father,
and those around you have become
the holy ghosts.