Oh little one, my child, my son
While you lie in your bed so peacefully sleeping
I lie in mine in the next room
tossing, turning, silently weeping.
I was born the day you came;
I came alive with your first cry.
Yes a mother was born whose only aim
Was to protect you from the pain.
My son I can no more save you
than I could save myself, it’s true
Powerless and small I stand
In a universe of time and chance.
So play the game with me, my son
And win or lose, we will have won
For we will be together.
I know somehow you will survive
And if I too can stay alive
Will you come to me when you’re a man-
Will your eyes tell me they understand
And will you say to hair of gray
that you have loved me anyway?