CELEBRATE

© RYAN GUILEY

Never a moment that I don’t love,

As she looks up with her head above,

To see my face and my cheerful smile,

Who I haven’t seen in awhile.

With her laugh and curly hair,

Thanking my wife, as she cries tears,

I often think what she did last night,

Wondering if someone taught her to be polite.

I often imagine what she received,

If there was a gift with my name to please,

Or if she ever gets to read my cards,

And to know if she is bright like a star.

If I wrote to her each chance I had,

It would be a downfall, as would be mad,

The best thing I can do is love their Mom,

How she is so beautiful and is the bomb.

Also, I think of my mother, as it was also her day,

Two generations who are gifted in each way,

The sacrifices she would do for her child,

Always believing, whose been away so many miles.

A mother can still feel that tiny head,

Rests upon them, while I was fed,

Knowing one day I would grow up,

As they both play tea with their plastic toy cups.

She looks up to her brilliant big brother,

Who loves her, who is like her mother,

Another birthday party missed,

Or to give them a goodnight kiss.

Celebrate today, just like you did yesterday,

As we turn older each year, as it will be soon May,

That I may be reunited with all of you,

As I hope both your birthday wishes come true.