A Valiant Soldier ReachingA Poem by sohi55Dedicated to all who have known the loss of a precious someone... and survived and are still living.Miles, miles away on a lonely porch Sits my mother with a flickering torch Knits my initial on a handkerchief, waiting But does not hear her valiant soldier calling She sees the same stars of memories I do But does not see this dark sky falling The war born of cracks between the human’s will The world of trust, bliss and hope shattering She looks at the fireflies dancing around her And doesn’t see the searing embers of my dreams
fluttering Even as she raises her hands for prayers of my safety She cannot find the fates of mercy listening Even as I fall down, crushed under the vanity and
betrayals All she can hear is the gentle cuckoo wailing She awaits the sounds of hoofs on the road back home But doesn’t realize that my journey is already ending Away from home, clutched in the talons of my last
enemy All I can see is the compassion on her face smiling Miles, miles away on a lonely porch Sits my mother with a flickering torch Knits my initial on a handkerchief, waiting But does not see her valiant soldier reaching. © 2014 sohi55Author's Note
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