Her eyes are as blue as the sky where I sit
Her beauty is captured time
I thanks the good Lord for making her live
And more for making her mine
I miss her with agony each time I leave
I regret each minute I’m gone
Yet now as I fly she’s no longer alone
She told me we’re having a son.

A child-a boy-a son of my own
To share our perfect home
I’ll need never fear when I cannot be near
With him, she won’t be alone
Will his eyes be her blue or my dark nighttime brown
Will his hair be hers or mine?
Will he be more poetic or long for the thrill
That I find so very divine?

He’ll have eyes like the evening, a mix of the best
His hair with be dark and fine
He’ll have my wife’s beauty, and my heart of fire
Perfection-hers and mine
We’ll play catch and watch movies, just father and son
Forgetting the rest of the world
I won’t care if he’s small, he won’t care if I’m gone
We can watch as the universe twirls.

He may not be wholly the boy I describe
His life I cannot assume
But affection I speak of is true as I say
Not inconstant as Juliet’s moon
For my love and my child is all left to explain
How deep our true love can be
As I stare at these clouds and wish she were here too
I wonder if he’ll be like me.