The Boy 2
today the land he once sat on
remembers his story that’s never foregone
his tale spread upon the shade
that once shared his memory’s harsh blade…
his tale said:
“ In a ship sailing across the sea,
a boy was born so free.
He had beautiful green eyes
that shone at sun rise.
Warm hands always hugged him so close
for they were the soft hands of someone he knows;
the hands of his dearest mother…
The ship sailed and never stopped
and slowly, the crew grew old…
The captain was a wise and generous man
who lacked pride’s tan.
In fact, he was the father of the newborn;
the father of his wife’s son…
The captain always saw a courageous sailor in his son’s eyes
for they glistened when pondering at the wide sky
showing the recipes of courage that shall never’t die…
Thus, the captain dreamt of a day
where he could rest his ship’s sails
in the hands that shall never fail…
The boy turned ten
And enjoyed his time with men…
But one day,
a storm melted the captain’s dream into clay…
The captain’s ship was devoured by huge rocks
as their teeth dug deep into the ship’s dock…
Water seeped into the ship
drowning its crew with its wave’s grip…
The boy ran towards his mother
hoping to save her from drowning and continue their life together…
He looked everywhere for her,
but couldn’t find her…
His last hope was to find her with his father,
but this time, it was more horrible than the other…
For he found both of them swept away
by the storm’s harsh sway…
The boy ran quickly to grab them,
but instead he lost them…"
the tale stopped talking by then
for the land's tears dropped when
the boy's story was heard again...
Copyright © Sara Zahed | Year Posted 2008
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