FOR A SON ON A QUIET NIGHT
It is a quiet night and I lay here dreaming of a far off time.
The children are small and they are in my care.
I am responsible and I watch for their happiness.
I see the smiles and I hear the childish laughter of their voices.
I feel the emotions that beset us all so long ago,
And I remember, oh how I remember the delight of watching
And now I am filled with the pride of watching these sons grow,
Children no more, fathers in word and in deed,
And I am no longer responsible,
But I watch for their happiness.
And I am so grateful the sons have grown into men.