Before The Firing Squad

[Alexander III]

Goodbye little mother,
I beg that you forget, for I shall remember.
Is it not all like the seasons?

Do not be scared when the gold and the red
Die and the world is alone in white,
Forget those greens and brights.

We shall always have that summer and spring,
And also that autumn in our dear little hearts.
But they have left - forget them and look at the white,
And put on your overcoat, for Spring is dead.

But you, dear little mother, are still here
To remember that little blue joy -
Before our world went quiet.

Hold on. Those flowers are now dead and buried
Beneath the white, But they are still there -
Beneath your dear little feet.

[Buh4Bee]

Always a fan if your writing. Much enjoyed.

Not sure about the title, but in a loose way it makes sense.

[Alexander III]

Thank you :)

[YesNo]

It does sound like something a son might say to console his mother prior to his execution. Although I don't think it is what I would say, that is not important. The son's character comes through as one who wants to console her in whatever way he can. I like the repeated rhyme with "white". Although the repeated use of "little" may have been overdone, it does bring out the desire to console in the son in what "little" way he can.

[Alexander III]

It does sound like something a son might say to console his mother prior to his execution. Although I don't think it is what I would say, that is not important. The son's character comes through as one who wants to console her in whatever way he can. I like the repeated rhyme with "white". Although the repeated use of "little" may have been overdone, it does bring out the desire to console in the son in what "little" way he can.

You make a fair point with the "little"

Thanks for reading

[Alexander III]

Anyone else? I thought this was one of my best works so far.

[Buh4Bee]

Bravo! Oh, I don't count though!

[Bar22do]

Gosh, but I did read it before, and again was sure I left a message! mea culpa, mea maxima culpa! AlexanderIII, your poem is quite impressive, not sure your best (unless we say many of yours are the best!), but an interesting situation, judging from the title!
"little mother", "our little hearts" "your little feet" are moving, but perhaps too sweet, JMO;
I do not understand exactly how her forgetting could be compensated by his (uncertain) remembering from beyond the tomb...

But you created a drama which, again Only In My Humble Opinion, would be tearing if more allusive and trimmed off from too obvious a sentimental tone.

Thanks for sharing this, AIII, it's always challenging to read your work.

Best from Bar

[Delta40]

I always thought 'Little Mother' was a reference to a wife. When I read it this way, I found it more heartbreaking.