The Prodigal Daughter

She drifts across a sea of unknowing,

Traveling without a compass or a map.

Detached–she wishes to be

As she says a “Glory Be.”

But alas, her parents draw her home

For they become worried sick–

For she left without a clue–

Without a “goodbye” note,

Causing a heated discussion later.

She is the prodigal daughter.

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