Oh! My Son!
Oh my son! How innocent you look even in sleep,
How different you are from others with vengeance heart deep!
How much you stir me even when a little you weep
How much joy you give me when with your soft arms you creep
What a pleasure to see you with your toothless mouth smile,
What a pressure I feel to be without you a while!
What a treasure I have got through you my style,
What a measure I enjoy when you walk a quarter mile!
What mystery you got in your ever-moving eyes!
What a power has a little form of yours got to melt me like ice!
How desperately failed before your peace conveying face, my son!
Has me all defeated and you have me won.!