Good night, my son, may you enjoy sweet dreams
And wake refreshed from your sound, restful sleep.
Your face shows manhood's strength, and yet it seems
But yesterday since God loaned you to keep
Until he called you Home. I still can see
Your golden curls, your deep-blue laughing eyes.
I wonder if in immortality
Our thoughts will reach you there beyond the skies;
And if your prayers, "Bless Mother and bless Dad,"
Will help us live that we may come there too?
Tonight my heart is filled, my grown-up lad,
With gratitude to God for sending you
For us to cherish for a few short years.
Good night, my son, my eyes know thankful tears.
