Life

The making of a soul so sacred and special,
For a mother it is love on a whole new level,
Shouldering his way through to take the first breath of life,
From darkness to blessing the world with his eyes so bright,
His cry is music to her ears,
Overwhelmed in happiness mothers eye drops a tearâ?¦

Yet to love is to see a glimpse of heaven he was told,
It was someone wise, wonderful and old,
His hand fit perfectly on the curve of her waist,
His touch passionately met her body and face,
It was beautiful when blue met brown,
Hands touched and took away his frownâ?¦

He dreads the desert behind him but fears the walk to home,
He once stood fearless then was left so alone,
That sound of bullets will never stray,
Why is tomorrow never promised today?
His scar is deeper than the stains of blood,
From his body he can never clean the mudâ?¦

For him was slow for some itâ??s quick,
Who goes first? We donâ??t pick,
Peaceful, expected, old happy and grey,
violent or accidental but young till his day,
The power of free will can kill,
But the power of God left his family still.