It's hard to find the words to say
To a strong young woman who's
Making her way,
Who's decided to grab onto life by its
Woolly mane
And jump aboard that moving train
To wherever God may choose to send her
Not letting the bumps and bruises
Influence or hinder
Her goals she's set before herself,
Rearranging them like books
On life's massive shelf.
As God points a new direction
Her goals may vary, but not
Her affection
For the One who holds her beating heart
The One who's held it
From the start
No matter which door her choice will be
It's clear to see
Who holds the key.
Happy Birthday, Sarah
I love you with an infinite love.
Mom-Mom
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