Sonnet 9 (200 Sonnet's Of The Soldier) Poem by Leom Kolmnela

9.

Immeasurably you suffer it when life takes you away with no clue
the absence of the caring mother who can no longer protect you.


The aching heart agonizes even more
as every worrisome moment into a wrinkle turns.
As she watches her corpse over a river shore,
how can I live without ever seeing my son, within she burns? !

A bitter note arrived from the lost war
and quickly transformed into a piercing pain;
like an explosion three lives plucks out from afar
and those three their lives lost in vain.

Devastated, she tries to keep it together.
Like every mother at a loss, within she burned.
One was thirty, a grown man the other;
the third twenty had just turned.

So was scorched that flame with yearning,
the same fire my soul was smoldering.