Today is your 15th birthday!
No prewrapped birthday present;
no birthday card to open,
the minute you wake up;
We forget what God has provided
though our lips prayed for such,
but our deceitful hearts and
wanton thoughts feel otherwise.
My soul cheers for you in silence
yet, feeling so bad; unable to get
what your heart desires this day.
I am beyond reproach,
as destitution hardly hit.
I made this poem instead
worth the gift you asked from me.
That God made us and for all
His angels sent whose hands
lead us to safety until the next
birthday comes happier than ever.
~greenmeadow~
2/19/2006