Our 'baby' is eighteen!
Happy Birthday, Victoria!
Psalm 90:12
“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”
Psalm 90:12
“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”
Faster-faster, ordered Little Fellow to Aunt Victoria from his 'chariot'
To Victoria from mom...
This poem is a little gift
To try to let you see
How you give every day a lift
Like a gift back to me
How you make life a lovely quest
And joy a dream come true
How our home feels extra-blessed
Because God gave us you
How you make mother’s love a prayer
And hope, a super-star
And happiness a bit more fair
By being who you are
I wish that poetry unfurled
A mighty rolling sea
…for love feels bigger than the world
Yet fits inside of me
It glimmers in a glad, sad tear
While Time, with tick-and-tock
Soft steals and adds another year
To ‘chip’ and The Old Block
Love, like an over-flowing well
Makes life a work of art
Where Poem simply cannot spell
The bottom of my heart
© Janet Martin
This is the corner of the kitchen where on every birthday-day a mother sits and beseeches God
for words to give the birthday-beloved a teeny glimpse of her heart...
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Oh I love it! Every single word and Happy Birthday to your daughter!
ReplyDeleteHi, and thank-you so much! (your words mean a lot) I had only a small window of time yesterday to write and while this perhaps was not quite the poem I envisioned for her in my mind it is the one that happened from my heart:) so thank-you again for your kind words!
DeleteFelt the love!!...sniff sniff
ReplyDeletethank-you sis! That's why I wait until the day of to write their B-day poems because the heart is charged with fresh love and sentimental longing as I contemplate the years and who they are becoming.
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