Little Lost Solider

A mother waits for her son.

 

A middle age women woke up from her sleep

And when she entered her young son’s empty bedroom

Her heart fell down to her feet

There on his blue sheeted bed

There laid a letter and it said

 

Dear Mama,

Don’t be sad of my leave

I left to go find papa

He is alive I believe

I cleaned my room as you see

And left my bike by the front tree

I took the money grandma sent to me

And bought a plane ticket with dinner for free

This is not a bad thing mama so please don't think I've don't wrong

I left a paper in my drawer that says what plane I will be on

I washed it so I'm sorry for it being wet and for it's small rips

The woman on the phone said it was a round trip

Don’t cry please mama

I’ll be back with papa

And then I will call when we have arrived

Then papa and me will work now so you don’t feel so deprived

We’ll work in the store that is down by the bay

And then our landlord will let us stay

I left you some money that I had saved

I’m sorry mama if you see this as a misbehave

But I have to find papa and I know that he is not dead

And all those nasty things that the towns people said

He will show them that he is a good man

And that for his small family he will do what he can

Okay mama this is good bye

Tell nana and sister I say Hi

It will be okay sweet mama, I will be well

And if I need money I brought my baseball cards to sell

I’ll be home soon

We’ll be home soon so you will smile

Papa is still alive so there’s no need for anymore denial

I love you mama

Take care

In a day or two I we will be there

 

The woman folded the letter and kissed it as she cried

She knew that her son will come back so no more tears she tried

She followed her feet to her kitchen table

Her heart fought today to be willing and able

She turned on the TV and poured a cup of tea

Everyone will bite their tongues when they see

Her husband taking care of his family

They will see

 

She sips on her tea and looks at the small screen

Her breath stops at what her eyes seen

A plane crash with everyone dead

What was the number of the plane her son said?

She hurried back to the room and looked through his drawers

She threw everything to the floor as her eyes pour

She finds a short paper that says flight 23

Her ears over heared it as it echoed from her TV

A knock comes to the front door and she fixed her stand

When she opened the door slowly there was a police man

He had kind eyes and took off his navy blue hat

And placed it on his chest that he started to pat

He said that her young son had passed

And it was fast

 

She cried in her hands not only because her son was dead

But because he never got to do what he said

She turned to her side and started to walk away

But that wasn’t it, there was more to say

She looked at the man with confused eyes

He said that almost everyone in this world flies

Ma’am he said looking down

While his throat made a gulping sound

It didn’t take long until then that she heard to be

Her husband too was on flight 23

Author's Note

I was inspired while brushing my teeth. :D Oddly enough it came out pretty well.

Reviews

[Antigone]

Wow. I can tell you must have worked your butt off, and it shows because this poem really grabbed me. Once again: W-O-W.

[Bhavya Kaushik]

Very sad and heart wrenching!
I really love your style of writing Erin and your awesome command on the language.
I'm a fan of your writings! ^-^ :D :D

[a Messenger]

As usual Erin, great job. Some of the rhyming was a little forced, but still very good.
A beautiful, sad story with a great twist at the end.
You may get inspired in strange ways, but the result is always great.

[justink :):)]

i loved it and the way u got inspired is crazy lol but i like it

justin:):)

[smiggle wiggle]

lol i get inspired in weird ways too! :) great job!

[ShadowWolf]

Then you should brush your teeth more often, for this is very good!

This is very good! I loved the letter the little boy wrote and how sad that they both died! I do think it is great!