Thursday, January 23, 2025

Of The Mother’s Ashes

By Xavier Bugos

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The mother whose tender fingers takes their time through her child’s hair,

Because her heart knows one day he’ll be too old for her affection,

Will spend every last moment shaping her child,

To be the best that he can be.

 

Even when the others scowl at him,

When their wrath feels heavy as the sins on one's back.

She teaches her child not to cower nor weep,

But to flourish his rage and let him overcome.

 

The mother nurtures her child's pain with watering support.

His flowering wrath is a sight for sore eyes.

No longer do the children taunt him,

But now they hide and fear,

As his rage is too much to tame,

For a child who never learned control.

 

So she watches, first with love

Then with care,

And then finally, a growing concern

 

As her once happy, babbling tot,

Is turned to a boy with a lust for revenge.

 

She couldn’t have predicted

That fateful, heat tainted day

When her boy was pushed for the last time

And his anger grew destructive.

 

Like a hellish volcano spewing out hatred

Or a hound from the depth of Hades howling his wrath.

 

The boy erupted the ground below them,

And smothered his home under fire and ash.

 

And as the black flecks of his revenge,

Swept down over his remorseful gaze.

His mother, running her tender fingers through his hair,

hid her precious boy in her arms.

Praying her frail bones,

Would protect him from the fate awaiting.

 

And as the boy clung to his goddess.

Her skin scorched and boiled

Her blood sizzled and steamed,

Turning to congealed drops

Decorating his darkened skin.

 

And as their homeland was buried

with the boy’s ego and pride

He clung to the remnants under the soot,

Of the mothers loving ashes.

 

 

About the Author


Xavier Bugos is in his second and final year of ICC as well as his senior year of high school. Xavier is an avid writer who has enjoyed forming countless stories and fantasies in his time. After long days of studying and working, Xavier often enjoys playing games like dungeons and dragons where he can explore the world of the creative and passionate. He often expresses more of this creativity through his writings.


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