Listen My Boy

Listen My Boy

                  Listen my boy sleeping in your bed,

                  You're born so small and helpless,

                  But oh I'm filled with a fear and a dread,

                  How will I ever know what's best?

5                 Son of mine you've grown in youth,

                  With all the joy that holds,

                  Of frogs and mud and a missing tooth,

                  Too quickly your life unfolds.

                  This child of mine is now a Man,

10                And he's leaving me this day,

                  Oh Father dear you've done all you can,

                  But now I must find my own way.

                  Too soon, my Lord, for him to die,

                  I need his loving hand,

15                To lead me through the shoals of Life,

                  My Sire, guide, and friend.

                  What was it that my Father said?

                  I had been born so small and helpless,

                  Just as you, my son, in your newborn's bed,

                  But you know, he always knew what was best.

                                          -Brian K. Eddy

                                          June 15, 1991