Saito's Final Thoughts: A Caring Mother
I loved her with all my heart,
treated her like my own daughter.
I was always their to comfort her,
even though I had never seen her face.
I talked to her and gave her company.
I always prayed for the day when she would be freed.
There wasn't a moment I didn't spend watching over her.
She was the only thing I truly cared about.
Then a women came to the command center.
She said it was time to free my little girl.
This news brought me so much joy,
my prayers were finally going to be answered.
I was going to be able to act like a real mother to my little girl.
I was going to be able to hold her in my hands.
I hurried down to the opening gates and watched as my little girl stumbled out.
She started to wobble and fall, I ran up and caught her in my hands.
It felt hearwarming to finally hold my little girl.
"Mother?" she asked in an innocent voice.
"Yes, Mariko?" I replied holding back tears of joy.
"Your not my mother," she said icily and just as I realized what she meant,
her vectors cut me in half.
The mental pain overwhelmed the physical pain.
"My little girl didn't love me at all," was all my brain repeated.
She used her vectors to throw me into the control room,
stopping the person who was supposed to set of the bombs.
"Press the button, save your daughter from becoming a murderer," my brain said.
I mustered all my strength and pressed the button,
hoping that I had saved my little girl from living the life of a murderer.
My world blacked out, as I heard the screams of agony from my little girl.
Why did I have to hurt her?
Were my final thoughts.
Author's note: I did this poem on Saito cause I found it fitting to write about her after I wrote about Mariko. I will always be happy to except suggestions on how to improve my poems. Also, if you have any suggestions for what character I should use next, tell me in the reviews or you can pm me.