Little Boy Blue

By Bertha A. Kleinman

Little Boy Blue, let me nestle you tight,
Playtime will wait for you surely tonight,
Tell me you need me as mother needs you,
Just to be cuddled, O, Little Boy Blue!

Mother is envious, Boy, of your play,
Hours that take you so often away,
Frolics and gambols that never are through,
Let me be one with them, Little Boy Blue!

What does it matter – the far-away years,
Loneliness waiting for mother, and tears –
Days that shall alter my Little Boy how?
Let me be true to my Little Boy now!

Let me be true to your trusting of me,
Changes no matter – just true let me be,
For Heaven is nearer and Heaven is true,
For the sky in the eyes of my Little boy Blue!

(1915)