One Man Loves Poem by Precious Queen

I used to hold Pain close to my chest in order to breastfeed, nurture him and let him be my own.
I watched Pain grow before my eyes and took pride in the sporn of my suffering.
The child grew and became bigger than what I could control.
I watched him stomp, like a giant, at any dream I tried to grow.
For Pain was a jealous child.
My child... I had no other.
Then one day came a man, tried to take Pain away from me.
I pleaded with Him not to but he insisted it was His job to.
I watched Him take my only child away.
I sank to my knees...and before me I saw a bundle.
A bundle ofJoy.