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all mothers think
their boys are the best—
the strongest, the cleverest, the luckiest
but if they all managed to be right,
there would be no name for
the grief of a mother who
watches her boy go off to become a man
and then has to face the pain of that
boy coming home from the war as a
man cast over by hades' touch—
there would be no name
for the cries of a mother
who has looked into her grown son's eyes
and seen death staring back at her.
all mothers think
their boys shine the brightest—
the highest flame, the blazing torch
but there is much to be said for
flying too close to the sun...
they hardly notice their wings burning off
until they are plummeting to their graves
and then, in that split second,
those boys become men
helped along by hades' laughing fits—
in their dying moments, those men
wish they had never listened to their mothers
when she told them they were the very best.
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