A gift so given, entrusted,
to be held for as long your hands can hold.
When we were presented with this prize,
we weren’t sure what to do with it,
but we knew it would take a lifetime to learn.
It came with no instructions; no manual for success.
Just a trust that you would do the right thing
as you had come to recognize it.
There were times people tried to show you,
but you found that you could figure it out.
You would fall flat on your face sometimes,
only to pick yourself up and keep going.
You would leave little pieces of yourself
wherever you went; spreading your joy
through the wonder of your “toy”.
Yours from the day you were born,
no need to be forlorn, it’s a happy day.
You’ve held your gift for another year,
and those who know you, hold you dear.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARIE!