little brother

its a piece of poetry i wrote after reading a touching chapter in my text book, titled 'little brother'. little brother the day was warm for summer,Belgian Village seemed in deep slumber, but on a bed, in a room, laid a woman, still and in gloom, her son, worried and desperate, seeing his mother in such a state, his little heart, strangled and bled, and slowly his pure childhood fled, he stepped into the uninvited manhood, as in front of him the cruel Germans stood; they posed a threat to his mother, whom he treasured like no other, but this was not the only thing, there was a new born under his wing, his mother couldn't feel feet out of illness, and then being defeated by her stillness, forgot the bliss given by her newborn, as the Germans approached by a horn, she forced the son to flee with her daughter, could bear her own but not their slaughter, but he couldn't understand the words and their depth, the newborn man couldn't leave his mother on the threshold of death, but the mother, pale and curled, said she had seen a lot of this world, then leaving the newborn in his arms, asked him to keep her away from all harm, he took her then close to his chest, and realized his duty towards the new guest, he ran away and bid his mother adieu, as he looked back heavier his heart grew, but with that troubled and heavy heart, away he ran for a new start. But the new start was miles away, and path would make shorter the day, still he ran through the scorching heat, through the meadows, leaving the crowded streets, then as the dark night fell, tiredness began to unfold its spell, their thirst the stream did calm, and both slept in the night warm, a feeble cry brought the morning for him, the thought of home did bring a grin, but soon the dream was broken, as his eyes he did wide open, and then for mother he began to worry, meanwhile the feeble cry made him to hurry, to search for milk and for food, and soon before his eyes a farmhouse stood, taking the needful away he ran, keeping safehis sister just like a man; but then the winds turned against him, as the heat of the day made him grim, soon a tree invited for shelter, where he soothed his little sister; then again a day passed on, as if the journey would always go on, but then he reached the desired place, finally gave his sister a safe space, but his 'manly' heart still confused, as by someone it had been bruised, because it asked time and again, "is my mother still in pain?"