So, I was supposed to write a type of poem called a Sestina for my creative writing class. It has something to do with six stanzas of six lines that end with the same six words, but in different orders. In other words, a bit of a pain to write. However, since I had just recently seen Robin's back story and was very touched by it, I figured I'd write about that. Personally, I'm very happy with how it came out. Please read and review.
I don't own Nico Robin, Olivia, or even this plotline. All belong to Eiichiro Oda-san. I just repeated it differently.
Budding and Blooming
On an island, there lived a woman,
Who had a precious, but dangerous dream,
To find a forbidden, undiscovered history.
She shared this goal with her friends,
And was willing to achieve is through many tears,
Even at the expense of her beloved daughter.
Holding her tiny, lovely daughter,
Whom, to the distress of this poor woman,
She was forced to leave, her cheeks stained with tears.
The voyage, she left on to fulfill her dream,
As her child was left in the care of her friends,
And the rest was left to the fates of history.
How very sad, this young girl's history,
For without her mother, no one could call her "daughter".
Such a strange one, the children denied her any friends.
Although young, she possessed the intellect of a woman.
Reuniting with her caring guardian was her only dream,
As she endured this pain, refusing to cry any tears.
In the midst of shedding much blood and tears,
An event was burned into the threads of history.
This disaster was the consequence of their foolish dream,
And though it brought together again both mother and daughter,
The latter was sent away to safety by the woman,
Who chose to face her punishment with her friends.
She grew up believing she could have no friends,
This girl, whose story would bring others to tears.
The years passed and she became a beautiful woman,
Searching relentlessly for the forgotten history.
Never again would she be addressed as a daughter,
For she had chosen to inherit her late mother's dream.
At long last, she met souls, each with their own dream,
And discovered a family of precious friends
She had been denied as her mother's daughter.
So happy was she, she shed the many tears
That she had held back through her morbid history.
As carefree as a child now, though she was a woman.
A determined woman, with an important dream
To find a lost history, went with her faithful friends
On a trip through joy and tears, she would surely tell to her daughter.