One of many I love and shake in fear
from now onto the far future
to let me see them age year after year
I beg in the night the whole of nature

Happy and healthy and tall as their father
their lives in their hands as I take the pen
and I to hold and talk till grown and further
from playful boys to become caring men

While dawn slowly rises through the rain
I remember to cherish the good and exhale
together we will face the morrow's plain
whatever it brings be it sunshine or hail