This is again a product of trying to write "Prisoner of War." I envision the woman as being Misao, but it could just as easily be Megumi. Read on my friends.
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~The Brave Man~
The husband stood in her doorway
Having just buried his wife.
His eyes were big and full.
Their redness and his tear-stained cheeks made
Her chest ache.
She turned toward where he was staring
As much to see what he was looking at
As to push his pitiful visage from her sight.
It was his son and her son
Playing together
With happy childish smiles
On their happy childish faces.
One didn't know the largeness of the other's loss,
And the other didn't know either.
The husband moved slowly and picked up his son.
He silently thanked her,
And saddened her,
And hated her all at once
With red eyes and red cheeks.
They left through the doorway he had been standing in,
And she stared after them.
They were a sight to behold
Both with fiery red hair,
One with desperate, weary eyes,
The other with his mother's.
Her son came and clung to her skirt.
Her husband wrapped his arm about her shoulders.
"He is a brave man."
She leaned into his touch and said nothing,
For there was nothing else to say.
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