TURNED 6

 

Ciara, I remembered the day,

When you were only 12 days old,

I watched you fought as you lay,

As you were a fighter as I couldn’t hold.

 

Your Mom will tell you the report,

How we wore bright yellow gowns,

In a glass cube holding down your fort,

I was touched with my heart to pound.

 

There was a distance me from to you,

But somehow we communicated in love,

As you are named after who?

A Certified Internal Auditor that I was.

 

What is a CIA? But simply a detective,

A person who searches for clues,

As I knew by your eyes where you have lived,

Or where you have crawled by your shoes.

 

When you grow up, we will tell you more,

But for now, let’s focus on your birthday,

As your life has been one great world tour,

Now, you have turned 6, who should only play.

 

So who is your favourite doll that you carry?

Does she have curly hair like yours?

Do you know who to print nice and clearly?

Do you make your bed for a daily chore?

 

Do you know how to ride a big bike?

Is your best friend Nolan, who you like?

So, happy birthday with a great year,

As maybe I will see you and I’ll I will do is stare.

 

Kiss your Mom as she will be glad,

She must have went through shock,

Print some numbers if you are ever sad,

As my heart is tied down to you in a lock.