One less than a full dozen years have passed
And one full year since I’ve sat to the task
Of writing verse that will for her praise pass–
And she deserves much praise! Her smiling face,
The shining heart that underlies it, grace
In winning and in losing, all these trace
Her path thus far, her way to walk yet light.
I still confess I feel for her some fright
And worry for her in each falling night,
Yet in each day that comes that she remains,
Her presence is a balm against the pains
The world inflicts, and as she greater gains
In love and kindness, knowledge, wisdom, joy,
My world is all the better, all upbuoyed.

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