The Mother of a Brave Warrior

She had a lone child, a son,
Whose father died at a tender age.
They lived alone, in the woods by the hills,
The only thing they had was each other.

There came a war in their land,
Between the Hills and the Valley.
Soon, he left his home to defend his fatherland.
She missed her boy, day and night.

Months later, a lad knocked her door.
She opened, and let him in.
He sat on the couch but uttered no words,
There was a long, long silence.

In tears, he finally described -
How bravely her son fought in the front,
How well he commanded them in battlefields,
How much more he loved his mother,
And how he fell to the ground in the end.

Neither she shed tears nor moved,
For the lad cried bitterly on her shoulder.
Now, she well understands how worthy it is,
To be a mother of a brave warrior.

Then, she bent over and whispered in his ears-
"Had I owned another son,
I would still allow him to protect his people bravely,
And defend his ancestral land with honor and highest sacrifice."