On My Daughter’s Birthday
I have two eternities stitched together
The painted images sail for the shelter.
They have been my cementing mound!
The sweeping songs are those, they lay
They are the ladders of the fine bone of
The heart and soul that craves the gale
I visage in you the replica of my mother
I sculpt your well-being in my being.
Fill the swaying cradle with exuberance
Your birthday passion be the benison!
Ride the zephyr day a perpetual guffaw!