To My Son

Bring to me your sorrow, cares, And make my breast a grave For all that weighs upon your soul, Young soldier proudly brave! We came to the other bound not by blood Nor birth, not kin or name- But I love you, lad, as I would my own My treasure just the same... You are me a special joy- A son, my light and pride, As through long Night I think of you Should other hopes have died... Know through storms I'd be the port Where safe your ship might rest- That my heart is always home to you And to you belongs my best.