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!