Series Title:
Ode to Nana
Series Summary:
Nana-who is she?
Poem 1:
Tsu-kun, Stop Hiding
Poem Summary:
"Children should never die before their parents."
Hiya.
I've been thinking about how TYL Nana would have felt when her son, Tsuna, had died so suddenly. I can't even imagine how it would've felt, but here's a couple of short poems, put into chapters, that I've wanted to put together. All for the sake of Tsuna's wonderful mother
God Bless,
Mellow-chan
(P.S.- WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH! AND!- I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or the cover picture.)
The first time I saw my dear Tsu-kun,
I cried.
"My baby is beautiful."
My husband
tells me
that's what I said.
"Look at my baby!"
"Oh, my sweet, sweet, baby!"
"My Tsu-kun."
I rocked him to sleep
I kissed his bumps and bruises
I soothed his tears
and he
soothed mine
when my dearest
was anywhere
but here.
My baby,
my sweet
sweet baby-!
Please, please don't leave me, dear Tsu-kun!
My baby grew and grew,
and I never even noticed.
He was growing
kind and sweet,
merciful and handsome.
I had
no control.
My baby,
was slipping,
right-
out-
of-
my-
hands-!
I don't want him to go.
He was
just a sapling
the last time
I bothered
to check.
Now,
Tsunayoshi,
my son,
is a tall,
beautiful,
strong,
mighty oak now.
And as his calloused, strong hands grasp,
my old,
also calloused,
weak, weak hands-
I can feel my tears,
blurring my vision,
my hand,
on my son's
rough, handsome cheek.
"My baby-
Oh, oh,
My sweet baby!
Look, look at you!
You're all
grown up, now!"
His lips trembled fiercely,
and his eyes were filled to the brim with salty tears,
and I made my baby cry!
No, no, no-
Anything but that-
"Oh, baby, baby, don't cry, please, my sweet, don't cry like that."
My lips trembled.
"You'll make Mama cry too."
His tears fell,
and mine did too.
"Maman, Maman,
you make
it sound
like
I'm leaving
forever."
He said,
with a shaky,
teary voice.
"Oh, baby-!"
I cried,
"You are though,
aren't you!
You're all grown up,
and you're leaving
you're mama.
My baby's all grown up!
I'm so
proud!
I'm so
proud of you,
my baby!"
We both cried.
But-
He promised
he would come
back home
seven times a year.
He promised
he would visit
his old, Mama.
And that he did.
.
..
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…
….
My baby,
he was shot.
My baby.
He's…
Dead?
No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no- NO!
I shouldn't be wearing black.
I shouldn't have to be at my baby boy's funeral.
I shouldn't be reading a memorial speech.
I shouldn't be wailing,
screaming,
thrashing,
kicking,
..
crying.
"Oh, oh, my baby!
My Tsu-kun!
Where are
you hiding?
You shouldn't be scaring Mama like this!
Tsu-kun, please,
please,
Come back home, Tsu-kun!'
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God Bless,
Mellow-Chan