Poem December 16, 1985 Issue

Message to my child

GAIL RIPA

"Prodigal," your actions say.
"Prodigal," I often think.
Are we in that far country together?
No!
I'm here, with God—
And so are you.
Turning back, we'll see—we never left.

GAIL RIPA

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