So the other day, I started scribbling an attempt at a poem…Purely to be a bit creative. I didn’t think much of it and so haven’t shared it with anyone. It simply remained another scribble in my notebook.

However, I thought I would let you readers peak into my creative notebook and see what you think? Comments of your thoughts would be appreciated;

A Father & Two Brothers

There was a lad called Harry, & Jacob was his brother
Jacob was mature & Harry was a nutter!
They never agreed, they never got on,
As far as Harry was concerned, Jacob was always wrong.

The father owned a factory and earn’t a comfortable amount,
So he set up Harry & Jacob an inheritance account.
Jacob was content, but Harry was not.
Harry wanted his inheritance, now, the whole lot!

When Harry made the proposal, the father disagreed
But being the pushover that he was, Harry convinced him of the need.
Before you knew it, Harry was booking flights.
Jacob however was frustrated and had many a sleepless night.

Harry went abroad to party until he was wrecked.
He was stupid with his money, after all, no father to keep check.
Eventually the money vanished, not even enough to get home.
Harry was in a muddle, with no friends, he was alone.

He got a job, working in a pig sty,
Eating with the pigs and there also he would lie,
Earn’t him just enough to get back home,
but would his father accept him back? Would love still be shown?

As Harry returned, the father was prepared,
to host a celebration, with lots of food to be shared.
The father couldn’t be happier at Harry’s return,
You’d have thought he had a few lessons for Harry to learn.

But the father had forgiven him and welcomed him home.
No longer did the son need to be alone.
The son was trapped in guilt, but now he was free,
to settle back in and enjoy the big party.

I wonder….Do you know the same forgiveness and love that was shown?
Do you know the feeling of being welcomed home?
You see, If we are like the son, then who is the father?
To be alone or reunited – which would you rather?

So there we go – My first poem. I’ll leave you to work out what it means.
When you’ve worked it out – perhaps, you could let me know. Send me a FACEBOOK comment or TWEET me…Or perhaps email is better if you wish to be confidential. (Blog@laughingwithtom.co.uk)