Trumpets welcome your little body
A harp is plucked following your cry
What a blessing for your mother who gave birth to you
Earth
continues to spin endlessly
Spring will always come and go
Our age continues to grow slowly but surely
That is what we are always waiting for
Spring will always come and go
Our age continues to grow slowly but surely
That is what we are always waiting for
Today
is a special day
That
doesn't want to pass Especially by those who are blessed
And filled with love in this life
This simple poetry sincere strung through gusts of wind
Welcoming the new step of your age
A Morning Star twinkled as if whispering into your ear
“Happy Birthday, Erica”
“May the blessings of God be with you and your family”
August 26, 2013.
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