It began with a heartbeat.
In the mothers womb, grasping for food,
waiting to bloom.
He opens his eyes for the very first time
frightened, crying, like a melodic line.
He takes his first breath, gasping for air.
The pain in his lungs is too much to bare.
The boy settles down, the ache is no longer.
He nestles in the arms of his warm-hearted mother.
Two years pass, and the boy is a toddler.
He plays day-by-day, not aware of the troubles life has to offer.
His hair is brown; the color of pine.
His eyes sparkle in the rays of the warm sunshine.
His mother nurtured him, with great love and affection.
Nothing could hurt him, her most prized possession.
It was a promise she made, from that day on,
Her son would be protected, never to be harmed upon.
Three years had passed, and she entered depression.
For her son had grown sick; his face held no expression.
His skin which once glowed, was now fading away.
His eyes lost their sparkle, they had turned a dull grey.
His smile which once could light up room,
had deteriorated down to nothing but gloom.
His mother was angry, hatred filled her body and mind.
Her promise was now broken; It had to be redefined.
He was now 15 and carrying a disease.
Attempting to live life, with the slightest of ease.
He roamed the halls, as if nothing was wrong,
he played the part well, for his mind was strong.
He was sicker than ever, but nobody knew.
He managed to keep his skin a decent hue.
His eyes were still dull, as the dust of a chalk.
He smiled rarely; he didn’t even talk.
His mom was worried for he had not gotten better.
The life of her son, was failing before her.
She felt helpless, for the boy was not healthy at all.
He was not as lively as when he once used to crawl.
Her most prized possession, her golden boy
Was now tarnished and rusted, and had lost his joy.
He lay in his bed, on that fateful day.
His mother caressed him, keeping him out of harms way.
Love is endless, love is blind
Love is a battlefield, for all of man kind.
She fought for her son, till the very end.
Attempting to keep her promise,
she sought to win the war within.
But, time took it’s toll; there was no more suffering.
All was at ease; the tension released.
The war was over, and there was peace.
Relief filled her mind, her body, and soul,
for even though he was gone,
she felt in control.
Her son was now safe.
No more harm could be done.
It ended with a heartbeat,
As it all had begun.
