Sacrifice

Her son to the army front did go.

‘My son’s gone to save the country’ did she boast.

She dreamt of her valiant son

Fighting for his country.

But the heavenly dream vanished,                             

For people didn’t turn,

None liked her boasting.

Yet she walked with false pride

Till finally she had no friend.

They brought him home dead.

‘My son’s gone’ did she sigh.

She hung her head in sorrow,

But the church bells chimed,

                                                     And people looked at her in awe.

She realized why.

Her son had died a martyr,

Happiness swept her face,

And ‘true pride’ her heart was filled.

ANUSHA.U.R.

11 yrs

                                                 

This was written after a talk with my father about war, mothers and soldiers.  He liked this poem. He told me I was beginning to think like a mature writer after reading this. Usually he would smile and just say ‘Good’.  It changed my deep sense of being a bad, funny writer.