TO MY LITTLE SON

By Ralph Chaplin

I cannot lose the thought of you

It haunts me like a little song,

It blends with all I see or do

Each day, the whole day long.

The train, the lights, the engine's throb,

And that one stinging memory:

Your brave smile broken with a sob,

Your face pressed close to me.

Lips trembling far too much to speak;

The arms that would not come undone;

The kiss so salty on your cheek;

The long, long trip begun.

I could not miss you more it seemed,

But now I do n't know what to say.

It's harder than I ever dreamed

With you so far away.