A Mother's Grief

My child, first of my body

Yet also the last.

I will never see you grow

Never see your children

Little will you remember me

I will be but a shadow of a memory

My son, you look so innocent now

How I wish I could see you grow

I will pass from here before long

For that, I am glad.

I have seen what you will do

The misery you will create

You will drive those you love away

And cause the death of those dear

The world will rage with war

Over the theft of your greatest works

Even your own life will be short

How can I live, knowing this,

Knowing what I have loosed on the world?

No, I deserve death

For the misery one of my own will cause.