Pride of a family, blessing to prayers,
Accepted by all, to their lives one day;
Brought up with many expectations, airs,
Perfect in few eyes, in each little way.
Choices not easy, did double the pride,
Freedom for freedom, happily ceded;
One mother for another – sacrificed,
To defend his nation, he proceeded.
Selflessly he battled, till his last breath,
One of many heroes to grace our land;
Let us not forget, to honor his death,
His family, heroes who did understand.
Valor in action, courage in metal,
To them a tribute, of fallen petals.
Author’s thoughts: Sometimes we forget the family of the national hero. They too are heroes of the nation, because they willingly, and with pride, sent the hero to the battlefield.
The form of poetry here is a Shakespearean sonnet, with a rhyme scheme (A-B-A-B, C-D-C-D, E-F-E-F, G-G) and each line having ten syllables.
(July 19th, 2012)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.