Life as a woman in nine months will give us
A gift so very precious, blessed and most rare
And the years that follow thereafter bring and bestow upon us
Grace, beauty, and love beyond compare.
The years ahead are filled with many things –
Wonder, heartache, and immeasurable joy.
They bring the fruition of wisdom and love
That only the heart of a child’s parent may know.
And in its turning, perpetual state
Life’s cycle will continue in all of its glory
To create and maintain a passage
Each hour by hour, day by day, and story by story.
Life gives us abundant love and joy
Through times and years of reflection
But it may also give us sadness and despair at times
Ever moving and seemingly slow, amidst the perils of imperfection.
Regardless, in its glory the life we treasure
Will continue the lineage of our life
Spinning and evolving measure by measure
Ever always through the happiness, tears and strife.
What we choose makes all the difference
Be it wisdom, joy, love, or grief
And the days will turn and toil around us
And leave the markings of each life like the lines upon a leaf.
Life is a treasure beyond belief or imagination
Something to which there is nothing beyond compare
And in all its glory and magnificence
One should dance and sing each day, making it quite rare.
For the time of old age will creep upon us far too swiftly
Bringing us full circle amidst change and confusion
Where the child will then be the parent – the one to care
For the elder who begins to live in a world of illusion and delusion.
So sing upon your branch until your breast is full of song
And dance until your feet can no longer move or stand
So that you may enjoy life to its very fullest moment
Marking and fulfilling each day as something perfect and so grand.