Dear God, he's such a little fellow, With tangled, golden hair; And, God, tonight's his first -- Alone, away up there. So won't you leave a little light, Perhaps a wee, small star, Close to his bed? -- (so he won't be afraid) Please, God, don't hang it far. And then, another thing, dear God, Is it too much to ask this: When the mother angel puts him to bed, Will she tuck him in with a kiss? And if he wakens in the night And whimpers for a song, Is there a "lullaby" angel Among the heavenly throng? Or if he frets and asks for me, Dear God, just hold his hand And pat his cheek -- just for tonight -- He's really a brave little man. But, God, he is so little, And I always held him tight -- So won't you do these things for him? Please, God -- it's his first night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN JANUARY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DEAD STATESMAN by RUDYARD KIPLING ALBERT SIDNEY JOHNSTON [APRIL 6, 1862] by KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 8. AMORET by MARK AKENSIDE THE YOUNG CARPENTER by AL-RUSAFI WINDOW TRIMMER by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY |