YEDDISH SONG
(1886)
The following song has human interest and carries message for the busy fathers who always come home very late and miss the pleasures of home life.
-Editor
I have a son, a little son
A boy completely fine
whenever I see him, it seems to me
That all the world is mine
But seldom, seldom do I see
My child awake and bright
I only see him when in sleep
I am only home at night
It’s early when I leave for work
When I return it is late
Unknown to me is-my own flesh-
When I come home so wearily
In the darkness after day
My pale wife exclaims to me
‘You should have seen our child play’
I stand beside his little bed
I look and try to hear.
In his dream he moves his lips
‘Why isn’t papa home?’