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

them grow.

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.