Loss of a Mother
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When a boy was climbing a tree,
He slipped and cut his arm,
So he ran towards home,
To tell his mom of his harm,
But as he went forth,
Someone came down the road,
And stood in the way of his humble abode,
With the switch stick held high,
They said it'd be fun,
As they brought it down hard,
And the boy's hair turned crimson,
So they bound him tight,
And left him for dead,
With a slash on his wrist,
And a gash on his head,
When he came to,
He did all he could do,
But try as he might,
His binds were too tight,
He would not get free,
At least that he could see,
So he sat there to weep,
With no food and no sleep,
He fought by day,
And shivered by night,
And even though he tried to fight,
The next day always came 'round,
And the rain poured down,
He almost lost all hope,
'Til one day a man came by,
And stopped upon the little boy's cry,
And when the boy saw him,
He could only grin,
Someone had come to rescue him!
When the man grinned back,
The boy relaxed.
"I know you, and you know my son,"
The man replied while sipping his rum,
"He bound you and gagged you,
And your mother he sought,
No matter how she pleaded or fought,
One shot to the back,
And everyone heard a loud crack,
So your mother fell down to your bed,
Now she is cold and pale and dead,"
"No!" the boy plead,
But more than his wounds,
His heart bled,
For the mother he loved so dearly,
Can you see the point?
It is written so clearly,
Weather the boy lived,
I will not say for sure,
Until you get the courage,
To knock at his door,
And if he answers,
Do not be deceived,
For the little boy from long ago,
Is no other than me.
**My first one-shot, though it is a poem, but that doesn't matter. Tell me if you liked it, and if you didn't read the description, the little boy is Inuyasha. Check out my other stories, leave a comment, and 'til next time!**