“What would you do if I never came back?”
The innocent child asked his mother,
“Say no such things.”
Replied the mother.
If only she had known he’d never come back,
She’d never have sent him to school,
She still remembers his last words,
She mutters to herself,” I’m such a fool.”
Tears flowing down her face,
Having flashbacks from a river of woeful memories,
His martyrdom might have brought her grace,
But left her in a state of misery.