by Dr M C Gupta
A mother and her memories.
|REMEMBERIG A SON
She counts the medals yet once more,
Their memory so sweet.
She lights the candle softly and
Then what do her eyes meet?
Some sea shells of varying shapes,
Some oblong and some round;
Some yellowing photos misplaced,
Some letters lost and found;
Some crinkled diary pages that
Chronicle life events
From childhood days to those of the
Corporals and sergeants.
These are the remnants of a life
Of a dynamic sort,
That, far in the Iraq desert,
Was suddenly cut short.
• Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 syllabic format.
• Written for the Poetry Newsletter and contest hosted by Stormy Lady . The prompt was to use the following words:
“dynamic, shells, remnants, pages, misplaced, candle, crinkled, medal”
These have been used, respectively, in the following lines: 14, 5, 13, 9, 7, 3, 9, 1.
M C Gupta
30 October 2008