WHEREVER YOU GO

Her widow's tears
streaming so steadily down upon her swollen cheeks,
fall in agonized drops upon the fresh grave of her son.
Mourner's searing pain of trembling tremors weaken knees
because his grave is next to the mound
where she buried only other child.

Old woman's weeping can find no words
to paint a peace to quiet the wailing sounds,
life crushed by a cruelty unexplained,
haunted by anxiety's images of dying a death all alone.

Till her one daughter-in-law,
softly takes her hand. "Wherever you go," she vows,
in such a heart drenched, devotional love,
gazing with eyes of sincere assurance, "I will go to."

Two lives hence, no suffering could ever separate,
as the younger faithfully refuses to abandon
a mother-in-law that, despite her husband's death,
couldn't stop her from embracing with such deep adoration.

Together their spirits personified, hearts precious and pure,
till time brought a new vine to the family tree,
and the daughter married once more,
still keeping her mother-in-law close by her side,
with mercy and the divine finally blessing their sweet devotion
through a child born to the daughter,
who became the grandfather of kings.