Colin F. Jones


What do men know of love in birth
That flowers in the Mother's soul,
The most wonderful event on the Earth,
That makes a woman whole?

How can he know that same deep love,
That through her body flows,
While every month her wondrous son,
Just grows and grows and grows?

How can man know such perfect peace
That is born in a Mother’s love
That in her lifetime will not cease
So long as starlight shines above…?

What man could know when sons are lost,
The deep tragedy of a Mother’s pain:
For few can know the real cost,
When a Mother’s son is slain.