Conceived in the month of Love;
Tormented in the womb of Joy;
Laboured in tears and pain;
Treasured in the arms he lay.
The midwife slapped his foot soles
And his bald cry took its place amongst the elements.
With tiny little hands and tiny little feet,
Every time she looked at him her heart skipped a beat.
A gift he was from Heaven above;
A perfect example of God’s precious Love.
He blossomed as he suckled her breasts;
Pain and discomfort clothed with Joy.
A beauty assumed his form,
And Dad saw in him his mum.
Today he stands tall,
Hidden from the light she shone.
Not quite the man she hoped;
Proud the man he had become.
Leaving to find his road,
On a plain white sheet he wrote.
I want to see, and touch, and hear;
Though there are dangers, thoughts and fears.
I’ll smile my smiles, and wipe my tears;
Please let me speak my say.
I’m off to find my world, my dreams;
Carve my niche, sew my seams’
But remember as I sail my seas,
I will love you all the way.
On this blessed day she prayed;
I hope all your dreams come true
Cos memories of you can’t be frayed
Happy birthday to you,
My angel gone wild in the rain.