Just some time ago,
Not so very long ago.
You came home, on a surprise holiday,
To be with me on Mothers' day.
Your deep baritone ,
Booming loud –is anybody home?
We were thrilled to see you ,
Your embrace so warm and true .
It’s good to see you home my son,
I beamed , as if I’d a marathon won.
Gifting Red roses to me, your Mother,
You thrilled me to my core like non other.
Little did I know what fate had in store for me?
For we were planning your wedding with glee.
A Christmas wedding was awaiting your return,
We got such news ,that our hearts did churn.
You had answered the highest call of duty,
Made the supreme sacrifice of priority.
Your dear ones too stunned and shattered,
Our beautifully woven dreams now lay in tatters.
The wedding gown in the cupboard hung forlorn,
In a blink of an eye all happiness was shorn.
Bereft and aching we clung together,
What night ?–what day? nothing mattered.
And home they brought our warrior dead,
Eerie silences, no words were said,
As on your final journey you proceeded .
Serenaded by the 21 guns salute, draped in the National flag,
Stoicaly we marched alongside, praying our spirits did not sag.
For ,you lived gloriously with laughter and fun,
Our Hero, our love, our beloved Son.
You have crossed all frontiers of time and space,
Journeyed Homewards adorned with Hundred Red Roses and the Almighty’s grace!