If every boy were my son, I would love him.
I would hold him past the blushes
And give him kisses on both cheeks.
If every boy were my son, I would feed him.
Heaping goodness on his plate, I would glow while
He ate, as the wonderful teeth carved away.
If every boy were my son, I would teach him.
Accepting nothing but his best, his first offerings
Would be upon my table.
If every boy were my son, I would watch him.
His eyes would be my window, and I’d know how
The world sees him.
If every boy were my son, I would raise him.
I would stand him up from thick, rich soil -- down there
He knows nothing of grace.
I would water him with coolness
And warm him with sunshine’s rays.
I would show him mountaintops and valley lows --
We’d hop the stars together.
And then, when earthbound freedom finds its flight,
When I’ve given food and love and every good thing,
I would send him on,
To love another woman.