Grant a Child

A wish, she will be pleased.
Grant a soul a child, well,

Like a child with a wish,
The soul will be so thrilled

For a while, will sing songs
To the child, will write verse

For the child, will take note
Of all things the child does,

And then, like a child’s wish,
The soul’s wish for a child

Will seem like a loved chair,
A warm scent, a thing there.

A grant can tempt a soul
Or a child to think, Well,

I have that now, have had
That for a nice long time,

Will have and have that still.
Don’t think so. Soul and child,

We’re not like days and nights:
We can’t match all our hours;

We can’t know we’ll be back.
Once in a while, take time

To sing, write a fresh verse,
Grant a wish to your child,

That whole world with deep eyes
Whose dreams want to run wild.