Name: Venitia Hycinth Sequeira
A Martyr’s Mother
A drop of tear trickled down her eye,
And mingled with the blood of her son.
In her arms he lay dead,
Unable to share in his toddler?s youthful fun.
She cursed the man who killed him,
She regretted sending him to war,
But, doubtless, every word she spoke
Held pride to the core.
Proud ? her son was a martyr,
Proud ? he?d fought to his last dying breath
And then when he hadn?t an ounce of strength left,
He lay down on his motherland?s soil, as still as death.
She was sure his closed hazel brown eyes,
Still had the merry, twinkling, youthful glow.
He had died, fighting for his country,
Leaving behind a childless mother, a fatherless toddler & a lovely young widow.