Ryan dear
You are turning one
On this auspicious day of
November twenty second,
Two thousand and eight.
You are turning one
On this auspicious day of
November twenty second,
Two thousand and eight.
It is a day to celebrate
Though everyday is a
Celebration for you
At this age…
You, children don’t have
Worries of the past, nor
Anxieties of the future,
For you live in the present alone.
In your mother’s bosom
You are the most joyful and
In your father’s strong arms
You are the most secure.
They are bringing you up
With so much of love and care
As if it were a sacred duty.
We pray that you grow like Jesus
‘in wisdom and in stature
And in favor with God and man.’
To make you parents, family
And all of us proud.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
1 comment:
Thanks for the sweet poem Father...our family will always cherish this poem, your prayers and blessings.
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