craddle to grave

From craddle to grave
Untold pain yet she savoured it every taste
Untold joy they shiny little eyes

The little fingers held on and took little steps
On papa’s shoulder he sat and viewed the world

She stuffed his lunch box with knowing smiles
He scribbed funny drawing and inverted alphabets

A life had begun and great hope he bore
With sweats and pain he schooled to excellence

The moment of flowing gown came with time
Mama blushing and smiling as the camara clicked away

The nation calls he heeds with pride like all others
Far from home he went up north to serve

One silent morning he came home without warning
Peacefully he layed in the golden brown box he came in

Around mama her world crumbled she never cried
Curse be upon the north was all she ever said again

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