The Siege

The mother laid her son to rest,
As she did every night.
Perhaps so far the toughest test
In her tortuous plight.

The bombs they fell with shrieking fire,
Amongst her dearest friends.
A situation ever dire,
Without an easy end.

Tonight was different, she knew;
Her soul began to crack.
His lips had turned a frozen blue,
He wasn’t coming back.
The fight for them was good and true,
Now husband, sons she lacked.

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