This Mother’s Son.

Beneath

fading orange sun,

not unlike the somber rainy day

left to serve his country

she stands

alone

remembering his warm smile

and bright young eyes.

his mind callous cold

to all entreats she made

asking him stay.

She could do no more.

Then

in a strange country

on an insignificant desert street

of a small planet

within a spiral galaxy

at the edge of the milky way

his years ended.

Now

holding a folded flag

carefully clasping two metal tags

that identified his body

she weeps.

Beyond this moment

only

memories of him.

He was her only one

this mothers son.

This Mothers Son appeared in the print edition of Polluto Magazine and now appears in ifs IMAGINE FANTASY SCIENCE FICTION.

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