Oh, happy days when you were here,
And every day was so much fun!
It never once occurred to me
That you would have to leave us, son.
Whenever I am sad or blue,
I stretch across the wall of time
To find you still within my heart,
With all our memories sublime.
No longer can I touch your hair,
No longer see you face to face,
But with the treasures in my heart,
I can your memory embrace.
And Time is not your master now,
For you can any age assume---
The lanky youth you had become,
Or baby fair, with heaven's bloom.
I see you racing down the hill,
Or fast asleep in Daddy's chair;
Whatever age or form you take,
You always seem so wondrous fair!
My precious babe with golden curls,
My stalwart son with blazing smile---
No matter what you are today
Will surely my sad heart beguile.
So, come and cheer my weary self;
Come and lift my downcast heart.
You are my own, my precious son,
And I have loved you from the start.
So, from my cherished memories,
You run and walk and smile once more,
To keep me company here below
Till we unite at Heaven's door.
Love always and forever,