My little boy came home again tonight--
My little son who stands full six-foot-three.
Within his eyes the eager, dancing light
Marks him the same dear little lad to me.
How happily he used to climb my knee
His baby hands caressing arm and face!
I see his golden curls ... Now musingly
I scan my grown son's countenance. No trace
Of babyhood is left save in his warm embrace.
