Now show me a picture of pain, <br />the little boy asked his mother. <br /> <br />You are not ready, she softly said, <br />let’s find another. <br /> <br />We’ve looked at pictures of joy, <br />of me as a boy. <br /> <br />You shown me daddy at your wedding <br />and me wrapped up in bedding. <br /> <br />You’ve shown me our life, <br />but you haven’t shown me pain. <br /> <br />Where did you hear of pain, <br />my boy, my love? <br /> <br />I hear of it more and more, <br />and from the woman who lives next door. <br /> <br />Here, my son, go ahead and look. <br />You’ll find pictures here in this book. <br /> <br />“A History of the World” he read on page one. <br />When you’re older, will you rewrite the book, my son?<br /><br />Sonny Rainshine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/world-history/
