The Prodigal Returns

'Rupert's home' you softly called,
a smile upon your face
'won't it be nice to see again
the one whom we lost trace'.
Beneath your smile, I was aware
of pain still fresh, still raw,
Burning through the man outside,
the 'you' that other's saw.

I couldn't speak because I knew
what courage those words took,
'Rupert's home' - who else could hear
the way your quiet voice shook?
For Rupert took your pride away,
the reason that you live
and yet to me it's no surprise
to see that you forgive.
Forgive the shattered heart he caused,
the ruin of your life.
Forgive the Brother you adored
who stole away your wife.