Do you remember, my sweet, absent son, <br />How in the soft June days forever done <br />You loved the heavens so warm and clear and high; <br />And when I lifted you, soft came your cry,— <br />'Put me 'way up—'way, 'way up in blue sky'? <br />I laughed and said I could not;—set you down, <br />Your gray eyes wonder-filled beneath that crown <br />Of bright hair gladdening me as you raced by. <br />Another Father now, more strong than I, <br />Has borne you voiceless to your dear blue sky.<br /><br />George Parsons Lathrop<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-child-s-wish-granted/
