Somewhere
A toddler sits in tears
At a breakfast table
With his mother.
"Mum,
When is he coming back?"
His mother,
Stares at him, blank eyed,
Stifles a sigh
And lies:
"Son,
I'll let you in
On a little secret:
He won't be back in a while
Because he
Is a Superhero!"
A white lie
But a lie
Nonetheless.
Several countries away
A soldier lies in a trench
Battered and bruised
Wilting like a dried flower
Waiting for Death's cold embrace.
The little child looks up,
Beaming:
"What kind of hero?"
"Well,
He fights the bad guys.
And he had to go to the moon
On a super secret mission.
It'll be some time
Before he's allowed
Back."
The soldier,
Sensing his life
Leaving him,
Clutches his chest,
And grimaces:
"God, give my family strength,
To move on."
His last words:
A silent prayer.
Just before he passed
On.
A huge grin on his face,
The boy exclaims,
Jubilant:
"When I grow up,
I'm gonna be a hero
Too,
Just like daddy!"
Even as she fought back tears,
His mother chanced upon
A realization:
Her husband may have died
A statistic;
One of many numbers,
The byproducts of cruel
Cruel war.
And what she had said earlier
May have been but
Pacifying words
To soothe
An ailing heart
That didn't know, that wouldn't understand.
But every bit of it was true:
Her husband, her sons father,
Was truly a hero.
Always was,
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ReplyDeleteBoring, meaningless poem , long to read ....
ReplyDeleteBut u r creativity is just awesome
Make it shorter if u can ..... (65/100)
Its like a big story....... btw it really sucks
ReplyDeleteThat was just spectacular, mate! Keep up the work, you'll find a favourable path.
ReplyDeleteThat, my friend, is pure poetry! ^_^
ReplyDeleteAwesome piercing poetry.As a mom of a toddler i can relate to the context, when its hard to console my son crying for his dad who will be back in the evening its a real pain to tell a small heart that his father would never come!
ReplyDeleteonly a few people in this world think, glad that you are one of them
ReplyDelete-Prayers...