The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Apr 6, 2006
Mom and War
The officer came with the letter.
Shameful eyes make others painful.
Skillfully he consoled the mother.
At last silence made him go.
Dear mom, sleep with the letter,
Awake with the letter.
Dear mom, walk with the letter;
Let them think the mom is now better.
She lost her only son.
She lost her invention.
She didn't need scissors.
She felt the pain.
It was twenty years ago.
But it can touch her.
The very touch is the mother of her pain.
The pain to give birth; feel death.
She is mom, dear mom,
The mom of the deceased soldier.
She is real mom, dear of the country.
She is given an award for bereavement.
She is the only nominee.
She is the only enemy,
The enemy of the War.
She never let them feel it.
She is compelled to swallow the fire.
She talks: 'Dear soldiers, dear sons,
Fight with courage.
Look at me — my son did it.
To blame the statesman is disgraceful,
Disgraceful to such a mother.
Mom! Keep your pain in your heart.
It is better.
Feel the biggest pain of the world,
The pain of the birth and death of a soldier,
The soldier of your womb,
The soldier of your heart,
The soldier of coming painful years.
You are the mom.
You are great mom of the country.
You are the greatest mom of the universe.
