A Pierced Heart

I've heard the tales of all the pain, Of birthing a child, raising him. I have to ask, "What's that again? I don't remember any pain. I don't recall what went before They brought my baby through the door. They laid him there, right by my breast. All loving mothers know the rest. All thoughts of pain just went away, The wonder I still feel today Of holding him, my new born son, In every way, a perfect one. Upon a cloud, not narrow bed, My hand caressed his downy head. "What's that you say? You ask again? I don't remember any pain. The years went by, too fast for me, His first birthday, then two and three. And then the years together ran. Before I knew he was a man. He chose the work he loved to do, He married and raised children too. I'd like to have small son again, But child or man caused me no pain. And now they say my son is gone I must find way to carry on. You ask that question once again? Yes oh yes, now I know of pain.