Musho for Mother's Day
by: Hanna A.T.

IT would be nice, if I had only cut a little lock of hair before he left
Not that I did not raise him to be ready and be deft
Oh, he was ready! Always ready to be called, ready to leave,
To die for something in which we did all believe.
But in the end I found that I was not prepared
Wei innE, AYEEEEEE!!!
To see him taken before me.
It would be nice if I had given him his final cup of tea.

It would be nice if I had something more than just my photographs and memories
Not that I'll forget, what with the roro of my reveries
I won't forget! But to have something from the ever present death of his,
his uniform his bones. His bones I'd know them anywhere, could separate
them
anytime
from quiet fields of rows and rows
of crushed and hushed broken heroes
It would be nice if I could have taken off his last, the army boots and
clothes.

It would be nice if I had said goodbye for longer, this one seems so
short
and dry
Not that I didn't cry! I cry!
For all the days that I gave birth to my own death
It would be nice if I did not imagine his last breath
In all my dreams my sunsets and my every dawn
I hear my soldier son who slept without a yawn.
He does not snore and yet I hear him still
It would be nice if all I had to do was pay a bill
And write and write on this and that Internet site
and be absolved
By contributing cash whenever the mewaCHo is revolved
By sacrificing time alone
to talk and talk how problems of the country will be solved
It would be nice if my poor, poor son did not have die
So others could so splendidly be living out the lie.