October 21, 2008
A blessing is a wondrous thing,
on this day I know,
your day of birth was one of those,
a star-filled night, just so.
A quiet little sapling he,
who barely said a thing,
he wasn't watered very much,
but to himself would sing.
Some trees grow so very strong,
to spite a lack of light,
and reach the tallest heights they can,
almost beyond our sight.
It takes a rare and gentle soul,
to turn into one who,
gives this sort of steadfast love,
though really taught not to.
So Happy Birthday, caro mia
there aren't enough words to start,
to describe the person you've become,
sharp mind, deep soul, true heart.
fiocco de neve