I wrote a little poem for my sweet girl’s fifth birthday. I wrote it down quickly, so it’s far from perfect. It’s hard to believe I’ll have four children in school next year! When they were babies it felt like their school days were far, far away. I’m learning, as all mothers do, that the days are long but the years fly by. I think I’m going to try to write a little poem for the other four kids on their next birthdays, too. 🙂
I’m so blessed to be a mother. Happy birthday, to the sweetest five year old around! For more photos, go HERE.
God gave us great news, that fine spring day,
When we found out that you were on the way.
You’ve filled me with joy, laughter and zest.
When God gave me you, He gave me a test.
I was a bit scared, to have you back then.
After all, our oldest was not close to ten!
Ages seven, four and one were the rest
When I came to rock you upon my chest.
But we all soon learned that you would be fun.
We were all so elated the day you turned one!
At two you were talking, stories and jokes,
You made silly faces and stole drinks of our cokes.
You were three on the day that scared us all,
My heart filled with panic, on the Lord I did call.
The cries of my heart and my voice He did hear
He lifted you up and calmed my worst fear.
At four you were crazy about that girl Dora,
You knew all the songs about fauna and flora.
You listened to books as you sat on my lap,
Then burst into song about Dora’s map!
And now, you are five – where did the time go?
Days fly like the wind on a blustery day blows.
There’s so much excitement in the future for you,
If I pause to think of it, it makes me all blue.
So if someday you ask “Did Mother care?”
“Did she notice me? Was she aware?”
You’ll read this and see that I saw you, my dear,
Please dry your eyes, and don’t shed a tear.
Someday you may move far from our home,
But if you trust Him, you’ll not too far roam.
He’ll watch over you, each step you trod,
Keep following Him; keep watching our God.
The five of you kids put the “live” in my “living”,
Your love is the gift that just keeps on giving.
When the time comes you must leave from this nest,
I want each to know, that He gave me the best.
He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children.
Happy birthday to my sweet, pizzazzy, silly-goose five year old!