The dawn breaks in the east
I watch her coming out from
Her cottage through the mist
As a soft wind blows slow
She waters the plants and
Plucks flowers leaning low
She walks across the lawn
With short paces and hums
A song remembering her son
Who had gone to fight wars
To free his country from the
Cruel invaders and plunderers
Long ago her son was dead
She had heard the news and
Smiled as if she was very glad
Tears did not fall from her eyes
She wore a smiling face and said
If you have taken birth you must die
On the stairs she went on waiting
Through long nights and days
Winter came and snow started falling
Her body was found at the gate
Eyes wide open and shining as if
In the heaven to her son she met
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