My son, who's twenty-five years old to-day,
Hath not forgot his old-time, boyish way
Whene'er we meet, despite his mannish pride,
Of snuggling down contented at my side.
He kisses me with an affection true
Just as in childhood he was wont to do;
And as he gained in days that used to be
A blessed sense of his security,
And felt himself protected from all harms
Within his Father's arms,
So I by his caress with strength endued
Find my own confidence in self renewed,
And go forth stronger for what lies ahead,
Be it of good, or be it aught of dread.
I gave him of my Manhood; he, in truth,
Now in my Age repays the gift in Youth!