Zara’s Son

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The sun has set

the hour is late

hordes of people shiver and wait.

They wait on lines,

they wait for bread,

they hope that they don’t

get shot in the head.

Their stomachs are empty

their clothing in tatters.

Often they think

that none of it matters.

The war has destroyed

all they hold dear

now, thinks Zara, there’s nothing to fear.

There is nothing left

to be ruined, forsaken.

Her thoughts are interrupted

when her child does awaken.

She looks into the eyes of her bright baby boy

and decides right then not to give up on joy.

Years have gone by,

the boy is now thirty.

Sometimes, his shoes get a little bit dirty.

Still he is glad,

for he was raised him with pride

His mother never gave up

Never left him behind.

 

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About Miranda S. Wrightz

I breath one breath at a time, like a normal mermaid.

8 responses to “Zara’s Son

  1. I loved this – I love how you’ve used rhyme to make it sounds light hearted but that the story it tells is so serious.

  2. I loved this – I love how you’ve used rhyme to make it sound light hearted but that the story it tells is so serious.

  3. This really is a beautifully written and moving poem. I really like your writing 🙂 Thank you for visiting my blog and following!

  4. Thanks Jody 🙂 Your blog is awesome. So genuine and uplifting.

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  6. Beautiful beautiful beautiful. I was touched as never before. You can truly feel all the feeling put into this piece. Well done, M.

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