It's difficult to put into words the love you have for your children. We have been so blessed to have a beautiful daughter. Ariel Rose enriched our lives beyond measure when she arrived September 20, 1991. This is a little poem for our September born.
Happy 27th birthday, sis. I love you.
OUR SEPTEMBER BORN
--An Ode to my Ariel Rose
September born into heat and sun
when deep skies hung a harvest moon
and flickering lights rose from the lawn.
September born into laughter and summer fun
when shade trees and porches shadowed
and graced us in the warmth of rest.
September born into a protector's armor
where the castle watch secured life
and hugs and kisses were your refuge.
September born into a poet's world
when the family rhythm tilted
and songs and dancing joined two more hands.
September born into this life's big canvas
where His brush creates an artist
and strokes fashion an emboldened heart.
September born into our daily merry-go-round
where days and nights grow a long life
and souls together weave a masterpiece.
I love you ---- my September born.
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