Celebration
December twenty-eighth’s a
special day
The day I birthed one of my greatest
joys
And though you are five
hundred miles from home
I’ll celebrate the gift you
are to me
I sent a card with all that I
can say
And there won’t be celebratory
noise
And there won’t be cake,
candles, and ice cream
But I will think of each glad
memory
The wide-eyed girl who spoke
in high-pitched voice
The long-haired teen who
liked to play the flute
The college student with the
perfect grades
My life-long friend who holds
that fun is key
And so I’ll think of you and truly
pray
Lord, greatly bless her with
all she enjoys
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