<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mother And Son</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the son that mother has carried on her arms<br>has become a man<br>grown up by her milk and lullabies<br>she looks up to him<br>when he marries and brings her<br>grandsons to make her remember<br>how babies become boys<br>how her arms have become cradles</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the man has become a soldier<br>and he goes to war by mandate<br>he fights the wars of his state as his own<br>his mind circles on mama, wife, children and friends<br>and patriotism to his country<br>his valor his word of honor<br>his choppy cell phone calls<br>marred by the heavy rain<br>and howling sounds of dogs<br>and thunderous sounds of explosions<br>choppy are his words<br>like what he is feeling<br>in the deep heart of the forest<br>where the war is being raged</div><div style="margin:10px 0">meanwhile, in the office of these<br>state leaders, these politicians<br>they make the strategies<br>on a bottle of wine and slice of steak<br>sometimes laughter and some jokes<br>in the comfort of his wife and children and friends<br>in the warmth of his home<br>and in his garden where the flowers bloom<br>where the sunshine is warms his<br>face smooth, untouched by the hands <br>of the heavy rain in the forest</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490918" data-title="Mother And Son de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="the son that mother has carried on her arms has become a man grown up by her milk and lullabies she looks up to him when he marries and brings her grandsons to make her remember how babies become boys how her arms have become cradles the man has ..."></div> </div> </div>

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