Mother of the chosen one

Now all is said and done,

I am left with a blue scarf

As that was one piece of cloth,

they did not have to tear apart

From the lady with a camera to my milk man

Everybody asks me how I feel repeatedly

What do I say to their questions?

When words have failed me completely

I want to tell them that I celebrated

Like any other mother, when she was born

I loved her when she held my finger first

And I love her even now when I mourn

She was a chirpy child like any other

With her pigtails and eyes so bright

And she smiled every time

She got her maths sums right

We had many sleepless nights

When she was a child

How we wanted her to grow up then

To get rid of an adventure so wild

How were we to know, that

For rest of our lives we would never sleep

she was our proud and honor, but

her memory has  left a scar so deep

I don’t know what they saw in her

Or what she did which was so wrong

To see her in the group of girls returning home

What I won’t give, and how I long

How would we forget the moment telephone rang,

Asked us to come as victim should be identified

How our hands shook while bolting the door

How we wished the news to be defied

No, it was not any confusion

She was mistaken for none

Why on the name of god

She was the chosen one?

I did not want her to fall down

So I was afraid of her dreams of soaring high

But she did not share my fears

All she wanted was to touch the sky

How once her father had shouted at me

When she fell down from a swing

Now she was lying there helplessly

With tattered broken wings

And there was nothing we could to

To save her from that pain

We had to see the lights dimming

In her eyes, day and again

How do I tell you that my fingers

Are still tingling and numb?

To pray for her death one day

Did I keep her in my womb?

Yes I did pray for her to die

How could I see her suffer?

And how I asked every moment

That it should have been me, not her.

And how would you know that for ever

We would breathe in air filled with lead

We would scream in our dreams and wake up

And in our hearts, forever, we would bleed

No, you can never imagine

How our lives have derailed

You say we are strong, but

In her eyes we have failed

We should have died with her

As we do not really live any more

But can we let go the agony she felt?

No, we would make it correct for sure.

This may be the one thing which can

Let her soul rest in peace

As for us, we are cursed to live

And repent for our remiss