"Mommy" he said

As he lifted his head

With that distant sad look in his eye

She glanced down with a sigh

Picking him up way high

"How much does it hurt when you die?"

She looked away

Doing her best not to say

"Give it time, honey, you'll soon find out."

Her heart filled with doubt

And her eyes flew about

Then went back to his where they'd stay

She simply did smile

Then hold him awhile

Before sending him back off to play

Her husband walked in

With an arrogant grin

As he threw his arms 'round her waist

"There's no time to waste"

He declared with distaste

As he drew out the knife to begin

Then spinning around

As his wife gave a frown

Yes, her son was about to find out.