All gathered together and dressed in black
As their teardrops flood the ground
All standing, but the one in the center
No sobs, no tears, no sound.
An event no mother should have to attend
For her son, loved so dear
His mother stays strong
And sheds but a single tear.
The first since he joined and
She warned of his fate
Now he was being buried in a suit
A suit, no doubt, his mother did hate.
'Why did he not listen to me? ' she thought
When she found a tissue in her bag
Her tears falling now, as the rain
When she finally recieved his flag.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This does well to subtly show the love of the mother amidst her bitterness. Moving words-M