Lost and Found

The mother has just paved a way,

For the twins to bathe in the ray,

Of the sun,

But is promptly stolen one son.

 

As if the sky fell,

On her bringing the pain of hell,

Like a flood-affected victim,

Utterly vulnerable she does seem.

 

Since one of her diamonds is lost,

She spends crying almost

Each agonising day,

“Bring my son back”, she can merely say.

 

The days are lost so hastily,

Into the womb of time literally,

The crestfallen mother’s heart,

Lights up the fire of optimism yet.

 

She does receive God’s mercy,

With a deep sigh of relief eventually,

As the thieves are under arrest,

The lost son returns to the lap, safest.