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He was yours -
Your little boy.
Even after he became the Signless
The leader.
The symbol of a free world.
He was still your little boy when they dragged him away.
When they beat him. When they tortured him.
He was your strong, brave boy,
Who didn't cry out once because he knew you were listening in the next room.
And when they strung him up, he looked so young-
And so old.
Chin up; eyes staring down his captors,
Proud and shining until his last breath.
You remember screaming, crying, begging-
PLEASE, PLEASE, HE IS JUST A BOY, JUST A LITTLE BOY, HE'S MY BOY
He smiled at you as blood, bright as cherries, dripped down his skin,
And he whispered;
It's okay momma, it's okay, things will be better next time.
I love you.
Then the arrow struck him,
and your little boy died.
Your brave, brave, brilliant boy.
I am so proud, my beautiful boy.
Never once did you bow your head,
Or fail under over whelming opposition.
I am proud, so proud to be you mother, beautiful boy.
I love you too.
Until next time, in a better life.