BLESSINGS THROUGH THE BREEZE

A shimmering streak ,beneath her eye,

Symbolizing great vigor,

For the treasured ,

She is patient.

As her weak frail arm, lifts up to wave,

Her mind flees into the past,

Gay memories,

Rush in a torrent.

Her precious child is leaving home,  

Onto distant borders ,to defend ,

Her heart unwillingly,

Does relent.

Blessings un-uttered, pass through wind,

“Protect, dear son, you will,

With fairness to even,

Your tyrant”

After a month’s battle, to the enemy’s neck,

As he raises his sword,

A waft on his wrist,

Previously latent.

His mother’s blessings to him beckon,

The moment via gore arrives ,

Unerring Fate exposed,

The Future blatant.

 With the foe’s weapons fallen away, terrified eyes gaze,

To a sincere plea for mercy,

A noble soul yields,

To his fond parent.

His sword lowered, He turns aside, when,

A blade from behind severs his collar,

Silently his spirit rises,

To firmament.

Gliding through thin air, looking down at his corpse

And the thankful, smiling adversary

“I tried to be Just Mother!”,

He laments.

Uneasy in mind she stumbles out side, eyes upraised to Heaven,

As a cool gust caresses her limb,

Serenely she nods,

In acknowledgement.