Monday, January 9, 2017

On her birthday




 

You landed in this world
     Red headed and angry- on your due date.    
You raged until your sister sang to you
      And I formally welcomed you.  

You embodied your name
        Climbing out of your crib-before you could crawl.
You sang the notes to my music
         And joined Mariah's song.

You are the iron winged butterfly
         So delicate in body-with might in spirit.
You laugh and the other flyers answer 
         And we all rejoice.

You are carried so carefully
          And loved so completely.

Happy birthday my little love.   As long and we are able we will go and do and be all that we can.    
 
So little and all are so beautiful. 
 
And on this day you are 20. 
 


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