A woman passed, caught Ran’s glance, made him start–
for there walked his missing mama. Holding
tight to his stuffed bear’s arm, he hurried, heart
yearning for her touch. His small form’s threading
through the market; the crowd’s blocking his sight.
The market sprawls in a mile wide cavern.
His mama could be anywhere. Dim light
cheats his sight making it hard to discern.
Down one aisle, then another, he’s lost now.
He’s hugging his bear, looking everywhere.
Mama’s gone; he’s abandoned, so he slows.
Then he’s lifted up, held tight; Papa’s there.
Ran was never lost at all just misplaced
and he’s sorry he e’er came to this place.
~ ~ ~
“Why’d you walk off without me?” Papa asked.
“I saw mama, but…” Ran blinked, a tear squeezed
out to trace his cold cheek; Papa didn’t ask
anything else; he carried Ran, his sleeve
absorbing his son’s tears, anger boiled
in his breast for the woman who left so
sweet a child. As he walked, his own thoughts roiled.
“I know what’ll cheer you up.” Down below
marvels waited and he knew just the one,
a special deep place of falling water,
to put a smile on the face of his son.
He cut through the crowd passing a daughter
of his son’s missing mum, whose mistaken
identity had, his son’s smile, shaken.
~ ~ ~
Water poured over shining rock, sculpting
as it flowed, making light liquid. It wept
off stalactites, kissed stalagmites. Sheeting
over falls that gleamed, it intercepted
the darkness churning below. Though broken,
the shadows remained, veiling white water
that foamed. Above, crystals’ glowed unbroken,
reflected rainbow color on water.
No drab stone here, e’en granite was decked
with pastel inclusions. Ran turned, taking
it in; his eyes wide open in respect
for nature’s handiwork, that’s distracting
him. His missing mother’s not forgotten,
but the situation feels less rotten.
~ ~ ~
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Inspired by Tale Weaver 42: The mis[…]s