Light

The pain felt like it was seeping from her bones.

The road ahead dark and pocked with stones.

She travels long carrying a weight,

A small boy, her son, her travel mate.

Upon a village they did enter.

Heading east to bustling center.

Surrounded by people they walk by.

It becomes clear to her the reason why.

Light seems to shine down from on high.

Reflecting brightly in her quiet son’s eye.

He has returned to his village fair.

To claim his kingdom as it’s heir.

In a new body he now resides.

Chinese heritage never subsides.

His mother kisses him on his head.

He starts to smile but speaks instead.

“”Thank you oh mother for carrying me here.
To my new life, my old life is quite clear!”
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Jimo.

 

Do you think it could be the best new poem in 2013?